Little Guy Visits Miss Linda

Little Guy climbed into the truck's backseat and snapped his seat belt on. They were in a hurry. Miss Linda had called Mama and said she had some stuff for them. Miss Linda picks up items from other people's trash if she thinks Mama might like it. It was starting to cloud up and rain was likely. Little Guy and Mama were in a rush to get to Miss Linda's before the rain came down.

Mama backed into Miss Linda's driveway. She was waiting for them. Mama was excited. Miss Linda had found wood doors, two drawers and a bunch of scrap wood. Mama will take all that trash and turn it into art and furniture. Little Guy helped Mama and Miss Linda load it into the back of the truck.

After it was all loaded they went inside to visit. Miss Linda had made lemonade. Little Guy got his very own glass. He sat at the teddy bear table and sipped it while Mama and Miss Linda talked. And talked. They know a lot of people.

They were outside saying goodbye when Miss Linda's neighbor called across the street, asking if they wanted anything else. Mr. Smith is downsizing. That means he's not going to have a workshop anymore. Mama's eyes lit up and away they went.

Mr. Smith gave Mama all his wood patterns. Plus, he gave her more scrap wood and several reindeer. Mama carefully pulled the truck into his backyard. It barely squeezed through the back gate. Miss Linda guided on one side and Mr. Smith on the other side. Mama worried. Little Guy closed his eyes.

It all worked out just fine. The truck was totally loaded, Mama got out of the backyard, and they headed home. Gran was really excited to see them. She grabbed one of the reindeer and the Santa Claus pipe. She hurried inside with them.

Little Guy and Mama unloaded the truck. It was already starting to sprinkle. Mama quickly gathered the strawberries before she and Little Guy headed inside. It wa time for supper and Little Guy doesn't like to be late.

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