What does an eight-year old think when he wants to help? Something DIFFERENT than what he actually HEARD!!!
Thanks, Aloha Doug, for the really great picture!
And thanks to the Empress Rochelle Wisoff-“Strawberry Fields Forever” for rescuing my story from being merely “diseased” and helping me bring it to the Dark Side.
Though there are no errors in the story, although I’m sure as you read it, you’ll shake your head and say, “Sic. sic. sic.”
I’m eight and I like helping on the farm.
Dad mentioned a special chore he had to do, then didn’t. So, I thought I’d help him with it.
One night, I got up, put my jeans on over my pajamas,walked to the corral and turned on the garden hose to give the horse a drink, then washed her down.
Mom came out the door. “What on earth are you doing, Johnny? It’s bedtime!”
“Helpin’ Dad with that special chore. I’m hosin’ his filly tonight, like he said he was going to do.”
It took ten minutes to revive Mom.