One day Dad and I were playing around in Grand Junction, Colorado. They found a baby prairie dog whose eyes weren't even open yet. Dad let me take it home. I took it with me to school and everywhere I went. We lived in a trailer house at the time and it would come in my room and scream at me to feed it. One day it was running through the house chasing Gail when he slipped and stepped on it, killing the prairie dog.
~Kristena Eden, daughter
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