When you live in West Texas, it is inevitable that you will at some point come in contact with a creature who, in gentler terms, "has passed". Whether it be as you drive merrily down the road and are suddenly struck by the incredibly pungent odor of a dead skunk, or are the cause of a massive uprising of buzzards from the carcass of a too-slow deer. Little Sunshine's first experience happened up close and personally in the construction site of our new home. As it is on a lot just outside of city limits, there is a plethora of mice in the neighboring fields, and it would seem one of the new neighbor's cats wished to give us a little house-warming present. Minus the head. Little Sunshine came running and said, "Mama, mama, you have to see this!" I went and, yep, the headless mouse was dead alright. Little Sunshine squatted down and started to poke the carcass. "Don't do that! Don't touch it!" I yelled. She looked up at me startled...
The always random, occasionally complex, often confounded commentary and narrative of one West Texas woman's life.