Willa of the Valley
"I'm going to pick my own!" she huffed.
"Wait a minute!" I called after her. "Are you picking them at the neighbours house?"
She nodded yes, while Neva was suspiciously silent.
"You can't pick those, honey, they're not ours."
Still in a snit, with the attitude and tone to match, Willa retorted, "Nobody was lookin'!"
Happy sweeping!
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Michael Murphy
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