Photo © Anshu Bhojnagarwala   “Mama,” Benny shook me. “Something’s in the bushes!” I must’ve dozed off. It had been nice to have the campgrounds for ourselves. Till now. “Perhaps a hare.” I tried. Would a campfire keep out cougars? I felt for my utility knife. Our only weapon. Ridiculous. Benny frowned. “It’s crying.” It … Continue reading Not a Hare