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Be careful what you wish for It was but a short way, perhaps half a mile, from my uncle’s farm house to our own, but, oh, how far that half-mile seemed when I was yet a couple years short of juvenile and my parents would not easily condone me riding my bike where farm traffic streamed. “Walk in the ditches,” and I did, choking back bile as I slogged through the grass while kicking a stone, and each foot of each yard I plotted and schemed, for while short of height and young, I’d plenty of guile. I finally convinced them I’d be okay on my own at the side of the road where the verges lie seamed. My plan was quite grand, but rested on quicksand. I tended to milking our cows for awhile, as proof of my mettle and sturdy backbone, then added my rides would be fully redeemed should my worth be somewhat enhanced when mobile. Seed next took root as I nurtured my own thought of value-returned with the bike & I teamed. Parentally blessed, I began to compile trips in the saddle, but I’d ill foreknown that chores at my uncle’s were poorly esteemed; the clearing, the mucking, of cows’ domicile was not what I’d reckoned when there all alone, while off in the corner a little lamp gleamed and silently panned. It had all gone as planned. "Invalid Item" ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |