One Hundred and Thirty Three

That sure was a rough season. Seemed like the pigs wouldn’t eat, the chickens wouldn’t lay, and the seeds just didn’t want to sprout. Even the damn ducks were giving us dirty looks. Unpleasant and unprofitable. That season I went down to the library and borrowed a book and we taught ourselves Wooshlian. Everyone on the farm gets along fine now that we communicate. You can’t just keep things bottled up inside.