Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi
Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi
Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi
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The Home Laundry 105<br />
"Coming!" called a big voice, and over the<br />
fence corner sprang Peter Apgar, a pitchfork<br />
in his hand. He had been g<strong>at</strong>hering up the<br />
loose hay left along the edge of the field after<br />
the hayloader had g<strong>at</strong>hered the main crop.<br />
After Peter came Spotty, who met the bull<br />
just as th<strong>at</strong> cross<br />
animal's nose appeared <strong>at</strong> the<br />
gap in the fence. Indeed, Spotty met him so<br />
suddenly th<strong>at</strong> both grunted.<br />
"I'll turn him. You stay back here out of<br />
sight," commanded Peter, running past the four<br />
<strong>Blossoms</strong>.<br />
The children were very glad to stay huddled<br />
<strong>little</strong><br />
behind the bushes, but they couldn't help peeping<br />
out now and then to see wh<strong>at</strong> Peter and<br />
Spotty were doing with the bull.<br />
"Woof, woof!" barked Spotty.<br />
"You will, will you?" shouted Peter.<br />
He jabbed the bull with the pitchfork, and<br />
th<strong>at</strong> surprised beast turned with a bellow.<br />
Holding<br />
the pitchfork so th<strong>at</strong> it would not hurt him<br />
unless he tried to come <strong>at</strong> him, Peter forced the<br />
bull back through the fence, and then he and<br />
Spotty drove him across the field.