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A Good Day Turns Bad

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Little Guy thought he was having a pretty good day. He and Sunshine spent the morning helping Grandaddy spray the fence rows for weeds. They'd even counted the cows.

Gran had fixed spaghetti for lunch. Little Guy really likes spaghetti. After lunch, he'd stretched out on the cool tile floor for his afternoon nap.

Then Mama had an idea. It was not a good idea. Mama decided that Little Guy and Sunshine needed baths. And it wasn't even Saturday!

Little Guy didn't realize what Mama had planned until it was too late. Sunshine had her bath first. Since Little Guy was inside having a nap, he didn't know anything about it.

He should have suspected something when Mama opened the back door, called his name and insisted he come outside. Sunshine met him at the door to tell him what was about to happen. Little Guy scurried toward the shop but Mama caught him. She picked him up and carried him to the wash area.

Little Guy started shaking before Mama even turned the water on. He hates baths. Mama explained that a bath would make him feel better. He didn't believe her at all.

She rubbed and scrubbed, then pulled Little Guy's loose hair from her hands. Then she did it again. Since the weather had warmed up, Little Guy had been shedding really badly. The bath was helping him get rid of all that extra hair. He wasn't sure it was worth it, but Mama said it was.

Little Guy was so relieved when his bath was done. Mama took a big fluffy towel and rubbed him. It felt really good. Sunshine wanted a turn too! Then Mama gave them both chew sticks. It almost made it worth suffering through a bath.
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