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Farmer McFadden to the Rescue

Posted on by YochanaColemanAuthor

Grandma had hung up on the girls again. They were now at a total loss. “Suggestions,” asked Pickles.

“I say we call Farmer McFadden.”

The made a quick call and fifteen minutes later Farmer Mac, as the girls called him, pulled in with his bright red truck.

“Well, hello girls! This is a surprise,” said the old farmer as he jumped out of his pickup. “Grandma never said anything about you girls coming.”

“Not surprised,” mumbled Piper.

“It’s a long story,” said Pickles.

“Can’t wait to hear it!”

Farmer Mac helped the girls load their gear into the back of the pickup.

“Thanks so much for picking us up,” said Pickles.

“You’re lucky I was able to get here so fast,” he replied. “I just happened to be at the feed shop when you called.”

They climbed into the cab. The girls were worn out from the days adventure. “You two look like you could use a good meal.”

Piper and Pickles faces immediately brightened.

“Emma’s fixin’ up homemade soy burgers, chips, and broccoli smothered in cheese. If that doesn’t tempt ya, she’s making her prize winning apple pie topped with homemade ice cream for dessert,” he said with a sly smile.

“I’m in!” they both said cheerily.

The drove down the road in silence. The girls thinking about the delicious meal ahead, and Farmer Mac wondering why the girls were here.

“If you don’t mind me askin’, why are you girls up here?”

“Actually,” said Piper, giving a side glance at Pickles, “Grandma sent us a couple tickets to arrive today.”

“Ah,” replied the old farmer as he rubbed his stubby chin. “They forgot.”

“A bit more than that,” replied Pickles. The girls then described the whole phone call situation, and read the letter aloud to him. The farmer became very quiet, as though he was unsure of what to say. He straightened his cap and rubbed his chin again.

“Well, ya see, it’s like this. Your grandpa sold me the sheep 5 months ago. Emma finally opened her yarn shop and needed more fleece – so I bought them.”

“Didn’t he tell Grandma?” asked Pickles.

“Of course. She was happy to see them go to a good home.”

“Did you take Pimples too then?” asked Piper.

A strained look crossed the farmers face. It was obvious it wasn’t a story he wanted to tell. Piper wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

Author:

My name is Yochana, or Yo, for short. Growing up on a farm in southeastern Ohio was pretty lonely, so books and art became my best friends. I wrote my first piece of "fan fiction" in fourth grade. It was based on the movie, "The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman," starring the late Cicely Tyson. That same school year, I wrote a poem that my teacher sent off to a publisher friend. He told her to give me a few years. A little over 20 years later, my poems were published. That to me was a few years. Since then, I've been a reporter who horrified the editors with my grammar skills, wrote for campus publications, written humorous company training manuals, and have written three books. These days, I'm back on the farm taking care of my mom, and living in a '95 Jayco Eagle Mini-motorhome with my cat, Lillie, and three grandkittens. (Thanks, Lillie.)

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