Bouffant Blonde

Little Guy listens to his Mama count over and over again. "One, two, three," she says. "One, two, three." It's the sound of Mama counting Little Guy, Sunshine and Miz Lady Bug. It makes Little Guy feel secure. Mama always knows where her babies are. He's her youngest baby and the smallest too! One day Grandaddy had a friend come to visit. The two men walked down to the pond. They walked over to the woods. They looked at the carport. They looked at the shop. Then it started to rain and the man left. Little Guy plopped down in front of his fan. He was tired. It was way too hot and humid to be traipsing all over everywhere listening to Grandaddy and his friend talk. Besides, it was almost time for lunch. He needed to rest up for that. Before too long Mama came out the backdoor carrying three pans. Little Guy knew they'd have something really good to eat in them and he was really, really hungry. Mama put his bowl down in his special place. "One," ...

Little Guy loves to help. He trots happily beside his Granddaddy when they head to the garden or check fences. He sniffs weeds and brush for critters. He exercises baby calves. He is a very busy boy. The other day was no exception. Granddaddy planted watermelons on the bank by the house. Mama loves watermelons. Little Guy thinks they taste yucky. He much prefers cookies. The only problem with the watermelons is that they are really, really small. Mama cut five watermelons at one time. She and Gran and Granddaddy ate and ate. They didn't share with Little Guy, Sunshine and Miss Lady Bug because they don't like watermelon. Afterwards, Mama scooped the leftover watermelon from the rind and placed it into the refrigerator so they could eat it another day. She put the small watermelon rinds into a bucket and headed out to give them to the cows. The cows love watermelon almost as much as Mama. Little Guy rushed to help. He scooted through the gate and pranced happily toward the cows ...