“I blame YOU! You are always eating my blueberries and making my garden a mess.”
Emily Jeller shut her kitchen window with a slam that echoed across the field and near the gravel entrance to the family farm. Walking to her pantry, she grabbed a container of flour.
“I wanted to make a blueberry pie but now that will be impossible, I cannot believe all my blueberries are gone.”
Opening the large container, she held a small glass cup to measure the ingredient. Plopping the white powdery substance in a bowl, she paused while she looked out her window again. Suddenly her voice yelped, a sound that rattled the curtains.
“Quit messing up my garden, I told you to leave my stuff alone.”
Banging against the kitchen window, Emily’s angry face could burn a hole in the ocean.
“My blueberries are gone, my yard is getting destroyed and now I am so upset, I can’t make anything right now!”
Emily picked up her pace and scurried into the living room. She turned on the tv to settle her nerves. She adjusted the volume when the picture instantly went black. Her head lunged toward the set as if the stare would revive the image. Sitting in frustration, she lifted herself out of her favorite chair and realized that the tv still was on. The power button was still lit on the set. Confusion overwhelmed the agitated lady. Her instincts told her to look outside.
“URGGGGGG, I will kill you!”
Emily grabbed her broom and rushed outside. Her overhand swinging motion made her look like a helicopter crashing across a landing strip. She picked up speed as she ran violently toward her menace.
“I HATE EWE! And that stupid man that owns you!”
Emily’s farm is next to Jimmy Barksdale’s Sheep Store. Occasionally one of his critters will run rampant on Emily’s land. The blame is always on ewe according Emily.