Two quite separate stories, each with the same title. Almost, anyway.
The morning after this latest snowfall, Joe made out sets of tracks in the otherwise pristine crust. He went to investigate. He saw cat tracks, taking their time up the drive and onto the back deck, where they stopped. How could that be? Oh, the cat had jumped onto and over the rail, curved around the side of the house, skittered past the front porch, and disappeared in the distance. Joe approached two sets of deer tracks—they hadn’t wasted any time—running and leaping breakneck for the woods. The final set was a single rabbit hopping toward the barn.
The morning after this latest snowfall, Joe made out sets of tracks in the otherwise pristine crust. He went to investigate. He saw cat tracks, taking their time up the drive and onto the back deck, where they stopped. How could that be? Oh, the cat had jumped onto and over the rail, curved around the side of the house, skittered past the front porch, and disappeared in the distance. Joe approached two sets of deer tracks—they hadn’t wasted any time—running and leaping breakneck for the woods. The final set was a single rabbit hopping toward the barn.
