Dawn scratched at the edges of night across the far off hill tops setting the darkness on fire. A heavy farmhouse door opened and farmer, the girl with the fat bottom and dog stepped out into the crisp morning air. A light blanket of snow had fallen and it crunched beneath their feet as they walked.
He did not much care for the fat bottomed girl, she was prone top anger and tantrums and never gave him scraps from the table. He did love the snow though and leapt to catch a flake as it drifted through the still air.
Farmer laughed heartily. “Looks like a lovely day girl” Said Farmer to dog ,ruffling the hair on her head as she trotted along side him. He was a broad shouldered ruddy faced man with large hands, a round tummy and a thick shock of red hair atop his head.
The girl with the fat bottom complained bitterly about being out of bed so very early. “Why do I need to do this” she complained as they crunched through the snow. “I fetch the eggs each morning and help with the milking, can someone else not do it? It is so very cold.”
“Hush Ruby” said the farmer looking sternly at her “He’s your horse, you need to do this thank you very much”. The fat bottomed girl did not respond, but dog knew too well to stay out of her way.
“A good Morning to you” said Dog to the cows as the passed the shed.
“A good morning to you dog” the cows answered in unison, tails swishing “we are quite ready to be milked.”
But they weren’t heading out to milk, so dog trotted on, bristling around the farmers legs excitedly. He did so enjoy being up and about so early in the morning.
As they continued they passed the chicken hutch. “Good morning dog” said hen, pecking and scratching in the dirt between the small collections of snow. “have you brought us our breakfast?”
They had not, and dog greeted Hen and trotted on alongside the farmer.
“We’re okay for now girls” Dog heard hen call out as they crossed to the far side of the farm yard.
Farmer and the fat bottomed girl approached the fence and farmer reached into his pocket and pulled out an apple. With an outstretched arm he offered it up to horse as he wandered across.
“Morning horse” said dog excitedly “lovely day isn’t it”
Horse paused before he answered. “Do you know what the fat bottomed girl has been doing to the chickens?” horse asked slowly as he ambled across.
“I do not” said dog feeling confused.
“Hmm” replied horse gobbling up the apple, “not good” he munched, “not good at all.”
The farmer opened the gate and the fat bottom girl walked inside. “Now don’t take too long” he said to her pulling his coat tight around himself to keep out the chill. “Bring her up to the house and we will get her ready, the farrier will be here in a short while. ”
“What did she do?” Dog asked as the farmer opened the gate wider.
Horse did not answer…
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