Winter 1902 – Jane and the Muggobuffer

 

The little girl arranged her face into as solemn an expression as she could manage. “Somethin’ bad happended in the back yard,” she said.

I looked at her mother to see how to react. Stella smiled indulgently. “What sort of bad, child?” she asked.

“The Muggobuffer ate Mrs. White’s cat,” said Jane.