A Little Work...A Little Clowning Around

IMAGINE THIS:


I've got an empty five-gallon bucket in one hand headed back to the grainery.  With the other hand I'm pulling a little flatbed garden cart...and I'm runnin'!

I saw mom in the truck driving around and she was going about 1 mile an hour, and me being, well, me, I thought I could take her on!  I sprinted around the back of the fence, but she saw me and she floored it! We're almost there and I'm still in front of her! Then we got to the grainery (our finish line) I WON!!! Looks like the two track meets paid off!  I feel proud!   :)