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Little Guy Works All DAy

Little Guy waved good-bye until he couldn't see the top of the silver van. Gran and Grandaddy were going on a day trip. Sunshine and Little Guy were staying home with Mama. She wasn't even awake yet. Mama was tired and she wanted to rest.

Little Guy didn't want to rest. He wanted to play and hunt and explore. It was going to be a boring, boring, boring day. He lay down and rested his chin on his little paws. It was down-right depressing.

Mama finally came outside. She was on a mission. That was unusual. Mama wasn't know for getting an early start or for starting anything right after she got up. "Let's go open up the shop," she told her babies.

Little Guy pushed himself up. He guessed he could check out the area next to the shop, just in case something was after the strawberries. He didn't know why anything would want to eat them. Little Guy preferred blueberries but Grandaddy wouldn't let him near them anymore. He just couldn't resist blueberries.

After Mama opened up the shop she headed back to the house. Then back to the shop she went. She was painting and moving things. It almost made Little Guy dizzy. He decided he needed to rest awhile.

Mama fixed a good lunch. She decided to switch out winter clothes for summer clothes. Sunshine kept an eye on things outside. Little Guy needed a nap after lunch. He sprawled out on the kitchen floor. The tile felt so cool. His eyes started to drift shut. Then Mama stepped over him. Loudly. She was headed upstairs with a box of clothes.

Little Guy eased back on the tile and was just starting to dream about chasing a rabbit across the pasture. Mama stepped over him again. He glared at her as she headed toward the back door. In no time, she was back again. So much for a nap, Little Guy thought.

Mama had barely finished that when she came outside. She pulled on her work gloves. This looked interesting. Little Guy and Sunshine both hurried toward the gate.

"Wrong gate," Mama called. She walked purposely toward the gate leading to the pond.

Little Guy exchanged glances with Sunshine. This didn't look too promising. Sure enough. Mama was after the wood Grandaddy had cut a few weeks ago. She was going to move it to the wood pile, where it would stay until next winter. Little Guy and Sunshine turned and quietly started toward the front yard.

"Little Guy! Sunshine! Ya'll come on out here and help me." There was no escaping because Mama was looking right at them.

"Yes, Mama," Little Guy called. They headed toward the wood pile. It took close to an hour for them to haul all that wood. Little Guy was exhausted. Sunshine was too.

Mama finally headed upstairs and Little Guy and Sunshine lay down to rest. Suddenly, Sunshine lifted her head to listen. Little Guy heard it too. Gran and Grandaddy were home!

Little Guy wondered what they would do now. Maybe they could go count the cows. Or Grandaddy might want to check fences. That was always fun.

Little Guy waited expectantly as Grandaddy headed toward the pasture gate. "We've got time before dark to lay down the soaker hoses in the garden. Come on, you two. Time to get to work."

Little Guy couldn't believe his ears. It was Saturday! That was the day they were supposed to play. And he and Sunshine had worked all day long.

It was practically night when they finished. Mama cooked a Breakfast Pizza for supper. Then Little Guy and Sunshine went to bed. They were really tired. Little Guy didn't want any more boring days like this one anytime soon.

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