Story teller

Everything in the barn was a disaster! Tools, bridles, harnesses, halters, yokes, and anything else that might be in a barn were strewn all over the floor. “What in the great heavens and earth, the Lord hath made, got in here?” Max roared.

“Grandpa, look! My calf is limping, and is scratched; see the blood?”

“Oh, I see, my boy. Lets tend to that calf of yours.” Max hurried to the tack room for the calf cleaning supplies. “Jase, hurry and pump me a bucket of water.”

“Yes sir.” Jase ran to the pump with the buck flying out behind him. After quickly bandaging the calf, they set out to pick up the tools.

“Get a move on, we still have to do the chores and anything else your mother decides for us to do,” Max prodded when Jase’s pace slowed down.

“Yes sir,” Jase replied. He went to work picking up the tools and gear.

After a total of an hour and a half of picking up the tools, Jase and his grandpa were finished. “Feels good to be done, don’t it?”

“Doesn’t it,” Catherine reminded her father, rounding the corner of the barn and startling them both.

“Good grief, daughter! You can startle me better than David could!”

“Papa! Please, I don’t want Jase to have the heavy reminders of his papa.”

“I can’t complain about that.”

“Anyway,” Catherine continued, “Jase does not need any more bad grammar than he was born with!”

“That, your right on,” Max replied to his daughter.

“What took you so long to…? Oh my! You’ve not even done the chores! Jase, your calf! What happened? My! This barn is cleaner than I’ve ever seen it! What is the occasion to clean the barn?” Catherine prattled.

“Take it easy, Catherine,” Max said, “I will tell you at lunch, if the Lord does not tie up my tongue!”

“Papa, Papa, Papa, Papa! You sure can annoy me with your exaggerations.”

At lunch Max told the well exaggerated story to his family; and Jase added, “That’s not what happened,” whenever Max exaggerated too much.