Story teller

The mess in the barn continued to happen for two more nights! Finally on the second afternoon Max decided to find out what was getting into the barn. As they figured out the day before, the chickens had been raided, and four were missing from the flock; many of the eggs were as well! This was too much for Max. “Tonight I’m gonna sit myself out, and watch for the thief! Whatever or whoever is getting into the barn will perish tonight!”

“Oh, Papa, whatever got into that head of yours?” Catherine said, exasperated for the dynamics. Then she added, “What if it is a person; would you do just the same thing to them as you would an animal?”

“Well I suppose not,” Max replied. That day was a wreck! Dyson was being as naughty as a three year old could be.

“Kally!”

“Yes mother?”

“Dear, please watch Dyson and Molly.”

“What?” Kally almost yelled; “I can’t keep them in order any day, no less the day when Dyson decides to be naughty!”

“Kally!” Cathrine said with a look of shock! “I can’t believe those words fell out of your mouth!”

“Sorry, Mama, sometimes Dyson drives me more than nuts; he drives me nutty”.

“Okay, well, just do your best to keep them out of trouble, okay?”

“Yes, Mama,” Kally sighed as she slowly walked to Dyson and Molly’s room. Things went well until Dyson and Molly decided to go to the storage room. Kally walked behind them and tried unsuccessfully to persuade them to stay in their room. “Ouch! You, you, whatever you are, I’m ashamed you’re my brother! Ugh, OOOWWWWWW! Stop it! You are the worst kid on the earth,” was all Catherine needed to hear before she predicted Kally would run out of the twins’ room and run outside. Just as she predicted Kally ran out of the house muttering about her horrid brother, and, well, her sister too.

“I’ll just finish what I’m doing, and then I will go see what the problem is”. Unfortunately waiting was not the right thing to do, the twins’ had already spread the black stove cleaner all over themselves. Every square inch beside them was black, and a can of jelly preserves was open with finger prints where they had stuck their hands in for a bite. “Kally really can’t watch these children, can she?” Catherine sighed to herself as she observed the mess. That night at supper things were arranged that Kally and the twins, with Beth’s supervision, would clean the storage room.