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A Farmer Never Rests



Little Guy has been really busy. He thought he'd get a break after he'd helped gather all the pecans. Nope. He'd barely settled in for a nap when Grandaddy announced it was time to plant rye.

"What?" Little Guy couldn't believe his ears.

Grandaddy got into his truck and headed for town. Little Guy laid in the sun and pretended he hadn't heard a word about work.

Grandaddy soon came home and let down the truck's tailgate. Little Guy's eyes widened when he saw all those bags of rye seed.

"We have to plant all that seed," Little Guy asked Grandaddy.

"Yes, we do," he answered. "The cows will enjoy it this winter. They get tired of just eating hay."

"But we don't have to do it all today," Little Guy said hopefully.

"Actually, we need to," Grandaddy said. "It's supposed to rain this weekend. The seed needs rain to grow and we don't know when the next rain will be."

Little Guy sighed. It had to be done.

Little Guy helped Grandaddy get the seeder hooked to the tractor. It's always important to make sure no rabbits or other critters are nearby. Then he walked happily beside the tractor as they headed to the truck. Little Guy feels important when he helps Grandaddy with the tractor. He watched Grandaddy pour the seed in and away they went. Little Guy cleared the way and Grandaddy planted the seed. Well, sometimes Little Guy veered into the nearby woods. He didn't want to miss anything.

Acre after acre, Grandaddy rode that tractor. Little Guy hunted. Sunshine watched from the shade.

Just when Little Guy knew they were done, Grandaddy announced they needed to plant rye under the pecan trees. Except the tractor is too tall to fit under the limbs. That didn't sound good.

Grandaddy poured seed into a bucket and he, Little Guy and Sunshine headed to the pecan orchard. Grandaddy slung seed. Little Guy hunted. And Sunshine found a few leftover pecans to crack and eat.

When the trio finally made their way back to the house, Little Guy and Sunshine plopped down to rest. Little Guy had walked and walked and walked. He was tired. And it was time to eat.

"Are we all done, Grandaddy," Little Guy asked.

"Not yet, Little Guy," Grandaddy said. "This afternoon we need to plant another pasture."

Little Guy looked at Sunshine. She shrugged.

"But I'm tired," he whined.

"Just tell Grandaddy you need to help Mama this afternoon," Sunshine advised.

"But she's working too!"

"Yeah, but she doesn't let us paint. Just go lay down in the shop and take a nap. I do it all the time. It makes Mama happy."

"But what about Grandaddy," Little Guy asked.

"He understands. He takes naps too," Sunshine told him.

"He does," Little Guy asked. "I never see Grandaddy take a nap."

"Sure, he does. That's what the game show is for. Grandaddy puts it on television, leans back in his recliner and rests his eyes. Everyday."

"Thanks for telling me that, Sunshine," he said. "I don't feel so bad now. I'll definitely take a nap this afternoon while I help Mama paint."






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