“Really, Winifred”
from your clogged and sputtery pen- “It’s a farmer’s job.”
- The goat raised her head
- Like kittens about to ignominiously drowned
- Russia, without a doubt
- “Really, Winifred,”
- Agriculture is a broad field
- carefully maneuvered herself between Angel and Will
“Really, Winifred,” Walter sighed. “It’s a farmer’s job.”
Winifred smirked. “It’s like you always say, though. Agriculture is a broad field. Why shouldn’t a broad stand out in it?”
The goat raised her head, then carefully maneuvered herself between Angel and Will, the pair of mastiffs who kept order in the chickenyard. Walter scratched his chin, looking from the goat to his wife and back. “Okay,” he finally agreed.
Glee made Winifred’s eyes into tiny, happy animals. Like kittens about to be ignominiously drowned. Walter knew she would soon beg him to take over, but meanwhile she would learn another side of the business. Where had she picked up such curiosity? Russia, without a doubt.
Maybe the mail-order marriage hadn’t been such a good idea. The magazine ad had been too irresistible — “A beauty who will keep you warm, for just a few words from your clogged and sputtery pen.”
Mastiffs in the chickenyard seems like a questionable idea. Perhaps Walter will be more successful with Winifred around to keep him in check with her no doubt wacky Soviet farming ideals.
Indeed…
;)
I wonder why Winifred defected. Is she seeking greater freedom with… goats?
It’s always the goats!