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DaniDiNardo
'Cept, he'd moved on to just that. "I can't just trust anyone with this thing. Not everyone's as responsible. In the wrong hands someone could get hurt." And for some reason that someone tended to be her so, again, NO. "It seems perfectly happy in my hands." And she was perfectly happy with it there. No need to ruin a good thing.
"Can I have a turn? Me?" Alices were able to be trusted, she'd decided. And a pitch fork! Please, could she play with it too? Gathering up as many soft bits of the hay as she could carry, the fifth year began moving them over to where the mommy cow was stuck in the fence and stuffing it around her.
"People are gonna steal your baby," she whispered to Bonny, organizing the straw as neatly as possible.
"Before they take it, let baby cow know you wanted to keep him, okay?" Because he would totally be thinking about it later.
He would.