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"Stephanie! Stephanie! Wake up sweetie! We need to get a jump start on the day." I blearily opened one eye slowly, groaning so hard I think I ruined my throat. I sat up and rubbed the crust out of my eyes.

The corn stalks rattled as I rolled off the bed. I stepped in front of the mirror and inspected myself. My brunette hair looked like a hurricane disaster had been through it, and my blue eyes were drooping with dark circles around it. I threw on an old ratty dress and combed my hair.

I grabbed the feed basket and dragged myself to the barn. When I got there I saw the cow mooing in pain.

"Mother! Mother! The cow is in LABOR!!"

I yelled so loud I didn't think I would ever be able to talk again. My mother came flying out of rickety little cottage carrying a towel and a bucket of water.

She kneeled behind the cow and whispered words of encouragement to Melanie. That's the cows name. I watched as the little black and white lump came out. She was covered in slime and blood and was very slippery.

Oh dear, I hope you weren't eating when you read that. My apologies. If you feel the need to barf please, go to the outhouse. Half a mile east and a another mile to the west. Follow the road, although I have a feeling you won't be able to hold the barf in that long. Dear me. Please accept my sincere apology.

After we cleaned Nellie, (the newborn calf) we set her in the barn in her own stable and I went around gathering eggs from chickens. When I was little, I would just barge in and grab the eggs. My hand is covered in scars from crazy, angry chickens. Believe me, there is nothing worse than having a crazy, mad chicken chasing you around in your yard while your screaming,

"Ahiiiiiiiii!"

Not a pleasant experience. I highly recommend it... No just kidding, you seriously don't want to be in that situation.

When my morning chores were done I gathered everything in the kitchen and started to make lunches for school in the shack tomorrow. I'm not kidding, school is literally a shack. With a bench and two desks. About twenty kids attend. It's free and easy. But not so easy.

Maybe tomorrow will be different...

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