"The House of Counted Hatreds" by Grace Corren didn't end as silly as the last book. It was written in 1973. I found my copy at the community garage sale, and I've two more of those garage sale books to go. At least this book mentions some deer. There were no cats, but the deer is a step in the right direction. You have to have animals in a book! Well, you don't have to do anything. You don't have to write or speak at all. The words aren't flowing for me today. Sometimes both options are wrong. That has nothing to do with the book. I'm too distracted for these non-fiction books. Only one more of that type to go. I'd better get after it.