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The one-eared chipmunk I had fed so many times last year from my hand, so close I could study the tumid wound where his left ear had been, the sucking flies stuck to his striped back, the tiny toenails manicured by rocks, did not return this year, and I imagined all the calamities that chipmunk fles...
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Published in: | Teaching English in the two-year college 2016-03, Vol.43 (3), p.245 |
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Language: | English |
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Summary: | The one-eared chipmunk I had fed so many times last year from my hand, so close I could study the tumid wound where his left ear had been, the sucking flies stuck to his striped back, the tiny toenails manicured by rocks, did not return this year, and I imagined all the calamities that chipmunk flesh is heir to: the silent dive of the red-shouldered hawk, the neighbor's wily calico, the fox whose baby-squeal electrifies the night, and even plain old age, which is never far off for a chipmunk. |
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ISSN: | 0098-6291 1943-2356 |