I was in a temper fit to blow the lid off a kettle of boiling water. And who wouldn’t be? Since sunup, I’d been doing chores. I’d milked the cow, hauled two buckets of water from the well, fed the chickens, and then fought the hens for their eggs. Now I was down on my knees, sweat-soaked and bug-bitten, yanking weeds from the vegetable patch. My hands were caked with mud, and my nose was burned as red as a strawberry.
-Mary Downing Hahn
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