King's X and Cabbadoni by Marguerite Welch
Life with Dad was an endless game. We shot candles out of Mother's silver candelabra on the picnic table. I learned to drive racing the jeep around hay bales in the fields around our house. We had crazy spontaneous costume parties, went deep sea fishing in Mexico and cruised to Tahiti. He was a world class prankster, who would ride his horse into the kitchen, lean over, open the fridge door and pull out a carrot for Port.
Author Marguerite Welch and Artist Martine Mooijenkind
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