. Cranberries; : the national cranberry magazine. Cranberries. FE BURRO made it a very special Christmas for the boys. I was moving slowly back to the bro's middle, determined that when 1 ot there I would do more than shout, wen one of the boys slapped a paper a'k he had been blowing into. The sik burst with a bang any gun would rue been proud of. It was then that lY burro and I violently parted c(npany. Upon hearing the bag explode, the 31 ro gave one unexpected leap that ?ied us under the clothesline. As 1 -y; floating back to earth, the clothes- lii caught me just under the arms and, cone a
. Cranberries; : the national cranberry magazine. Cranberries. FE BURRO made it a very special Christmas for the boys. I was moving slowly back to the bro's middle, determined that when 1 ot there I would do more than shout, wen one of the boys slapped a paper a'k he had been blowing into. The sik burst with a bang any gun would rue been proud of. It was then that lY burro and I violently parted c(npany. Upon hearing the bag explode, the 31 ro gave one unexpected leap that ?ied us under the clothesline. As 1 -y; floating back to earth, the clothes- lii caught me just under the arms and, cone awful second, 1 hung there like I ece of wet laundry. Suddenly, Jihesline, clothesline post and I aiied all wrapped up in an unsightly i«p. Mother rushed from the porch. 'Are you hurt?" she asked, helping mto my feet. Not being able to find one single scratch didn't help my temper one bit. "No thanks to you and that blasted burro that I'm not dead," I stormed. Mother looked at me helplessly. "I guess I made a bad buy," she said sadly. "I'll list the burro for sale in the paper ; This brought a wail of disappoint- ment from the boys but the ad came out in the next paper just the same. TWO DAYS later a man came to see if we still had the burro for sale. I assured him that we did and led the way to the barn. Triumphantly, I opened the barn door. There, standing as docile as a lamb, was the burro with the 4 year old upon his back. Before I could speak, the 6 year old came dashing in with a big bunch of carrots. I knew then why we hadn't had nicely stewed carrots on our table lately. I'd been lucky to find a few orange shreds among the salad greens. "This man came to buy the burro," I said, and more bedlam couldn't have broken loose if I'd said the bomb was going to be dropped in five minutes. The noise brought Mother hurrying from the house. She took one look at the tear streaked boy astride the carrot munching burro and cooed.
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