1.0Tellesthttps://tellest.comMichael DeAngelohttps://tellest.com/author/webadmin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="eGNJE2DzEx"><a href="https://tellest.com/dapriles-fools-fourth-chapter/">D’Aprile’s Fools – Fourth Chapter</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://tellest.com/dapriles-fools-fourth-chapter/embed/#?secret=eGNJE2DzEx" width="600" height="338" title="“D’Aprile’s Fools – Fourth Chapter” — Tellest" data-secret="eGNJE2DzEx" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> D’Aprile’s Fools A Tale by Michael DeAngelo   Chapter Four: Bixby and the Bird   Cold rain pelted the ground, leaving the grass slick.  The unsteady terrain meant no difference to the man skulking through the trees though.  He took his time, studying his surroundings, listening to the wind that hummed through the valley. A […]