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Pickin' Peas



Little Guy yawned loudly. He and Grandaddy were heading to Uncle Harold's farm to pick English peas. Sunshine was still asleep at home. Little Guy kind of wished he was too. But he knew Grandaddy needed somebody to help him and there really was no one else.

They stopped by the house. Aunt JoAnn gave Little Guy something to eat. She likes to feed people. Little Guy likes to eat. Then Uncle Harold went with Little Guy and Grandaddy to the garden to show them where to pick. Uncle Harold had picked a bunch of rows of peas the day before.

Little Guy and Grandaddy got to work. Little Guy went first and cleared all the rows of critters. Well, he didn't actually see any critters. But there could have been some critters and he scared them away.

Grandaddy bent over and started picking peas. It was slow work. Little Guy helped as best he could. They picked peas for two hours. They got two buckets full. Little Guy was disappointed. He expected to get way more for all the time and effort.

Little Guy was tired when they got home. Grandaddy fixed he and Little Guy a snack. Mama and Gran settled down to shell the peas. Sunshine had to help. She wasn't happy about that but if you don't pick you have to shell. That's what Mama said.

When they got done, Gran had a really big bag of peas. Little Guy was impressed. Grandaddy went back to Uncle Harold's that afternoon to pick more peas. Little Guy stayed at home. Picking peas was hard work and he didn't even like to eat peas.



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