"A twinge of guilt pulled at me. What would dad think with me showing up at the ranch with so little food? Of course he would say nothing and in no way try to make me feel like I had let him down. But I had. How many times had he told us kids to lay up stores and supplies?"
--From the pen of one of the Malheur mendicants now seeking tampons, French Vanilla Creamer, Miracle Whip and snacks. He also wears the cutest camo leggings.