Today, I was feeling a little inspired by a real bully to write a little children’s story (rather poorly…come on, I only spent five minutes on it!) in the style of a classic:

So without any further ado, here it is, retold for farm children:

The Pasture that Daddy Fenced

This is the pasture that Daddy fenced.

This is the gate that opens the pasture that Daddy fenced.

This is the mom that opened the gate that opens the pasture that Daddy fenced.

This is the child who followed the mom that opened the gate that opens the pasture that Daddy fenced.

This is the snake that lay in state which scared the child who followed the mom who opened that gate that opens the pasture that Daddy fenced.

These are the chickens who ran away, straight back to the barn where the snake lay in state, which scared the child who followed the mom who opened the gate that opens the pasture that Daddy fenced.

This is a man who drove a truck which scared the chickens who ran away, straight back to the barn where the snake lay in state, which scared the child who followed the mom who opened the gate that opens the pasture that Daddy fenced.

This is the bull all angry and flustered, who chased the truck, turning around where he pastured, driven by a man who brought some hay to feed that very same bull one day.  The bull scared the chickens who ran away, straight back to the barn where a snake lay in state, which scared the child who followed the mom who opened the gate that opens the pasture that Daddy fenced.

(**Note: I didn’t think to take a picture of said man, so you’re getting a picture of the load of hay he brought instead!**)

Wonderful Wdenesday