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Wilson Rawls
“I suppose there's a time in practically every young boy's life when he's affected by that wonderful disease of puppy love. I don't mean the kind a boy has for the pretty little girl that lives down the road. I mean the real kind, the kind that has four small feet and a wiggly tail, and sharp little teeth that can gnaw on a boy's finger; the kind a boy can romp and play with, even eat and sleep with.”
Wilson Rawls, Where the Red Fern Grows

Wilson Rawls
“Everything was going along just fine until Mama caught me cutting out of the circles of tin with her scissors. I always swore she could find the biggest switches of any woman in the Ozarks.”
Wilson Rawls, Where the Red Fern Grows

Wilson Rawls
“Old Dan must have known he was dying. Just before he drew his last breath, he opened his eyes and looked at me. Then with one last sigh, and a feeble thump of his tail, his friendly gray eyes closed forever.”
Wilson Rawls, Where the Red Fern Grows

Wilson Rawls
“I'd like to take a walk far back in the flinty hills and search for a souvenir, an old double-bitted ax stuck deep in the side of a white oak tree. I know the handle has long since rotted away with time. Perhaps the rusty frame of a coal-oil lantern still hangs there on the blade.”
Wilson Rawls, Where the Red Fern Grows

Wilson Rawls
“My heart started acting like a drunk grasshopper.”
Wilson Rawls, Where the Red Fern Grows

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