Everyone in Glen Morgan knew there was a wild boar in the woods over by the Miller farm. The boar was out beyond the splintery rail fence and past the old black Dodge that somehow had ended up in the woods and was missing most of its parts .
Jenny decides to go and find the boar.
Moving slowly over damp brown leaves , Jenny could sense her ears tingle and fan out as she listened for thick breathing from the trees.
He came to the trees so fast that she had no time to scream or run. And he was there before her.
She walks back to her house.
And now, since that summer , Jenny still hooks her chin over the old rail fence , and she stills whispers, "Boar out there." But when she leans on the fence , looking into the trees her eyes are full and she leaves wet patches on the splintery wood. She is sorry for the torn ears of the boar and sorry that he has no golden horn. But mostly she is sorry that he lives in fear of bluejays and little girls , when everyone in Glen Morgan lives in fear of him.