Heather

A bird swooshed by, alighting on the nearby poles that held the clothesline. He turned his head to watch it, and the bird appeared to imitate him. And then, in a flash, it was gone. He smiled to himself and laid his head down on his folded hands. He could feel the heat from the floor beneath his cheek. It was so soothing, and he was rather tired.

A bird swooshed by, alighting on the nearby poles that held the clothesline. He turned his head to watch it, and the bird appeared to imitate him. And then, in a flash, it was gone. He smiled to himself and laid his head down on his folded hands. He could feel the heat from the floor beneath his cheek. It was so soothing, and he was rather tired.

A soft breeze drifted across his closed eyes, carrying with it the hint of dandelions, freshly cut grass, and straw. Davy was dimly aware that he probably shouldn't be lying on Grandma's kitchen floor. But she wasn't making him get up, and he enjoyed this feeling that he was like a cat. He was like Buster, all orange and glowing with summer sun and free to wander the farmland at will.

A soft breeze drifted across his closed eyes, carrying with it the hint of dandelions, freshly cut grass, and straw. Davy was dimly aware that he probably shouldn't be lying on Grandma's kitchen floor. But she wasn't making him get up, and he enjoyed this feeling that he was like a cat. He was like Buster, all orange and glowing with summer sun and free to wander the farmland at will.

A soft breeze drifted across his closed eyes, carrying with it the hint of dandelions, freshly cut grass, and straw. Davy was dimly aware that he probably shouldn't be lying on Grandma's kitchen floor. But she wasn't making him get up, and he enjoyed this feeling that he was like a cat. He was like Buster, all orange and glowing with summer sun and free to wander the farmland at will.

In a little while, his mother would come to pick him up Grandma Hattie would enfold him in a comforting hug, and he'd smell the lemon and the soap and the sugar and the vanilla on her apron. And then she'd give him a kiss on the top of his head and tell him he'd been a good helper and that she would see him again soon.

In a little while, his mother would come to pick him up Grandma Hattie would enfold him in a comforting hug, and he'd smell the lemon and the soap and the sugar and the vanilla on her apron. And then she'd give him a kiss on the top of his head and tell him he'd been a good helper and that she would see him again soon.

In a little while, his mother would come to pick him up Grandma Hattie would enfold him in a comforting hug, and he'd smell the lemon and the soap and the sugar and the vanilla on her apron. And then she'd give him a kiss on the top of his head and tell him he'd been a good helper and that she would see him again soon.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.