“Boo Berry Betty,” Mom called.

“Come now.  The hens need to get out and go scratch around.

Come On.  Leave them alone.”

What?!?! Stop?  I haven’t even started.

I’m just standing here in front of the chicken house, not doing anything.

“Boo Berry,” Mom swooped down and picked me up.

“No herding chickens until I tell you.”

Off we went to the sidewalk.

Then Mom put me down.

“Here you go.  Stay around here and play.”

Then Mom went to mow the lawn and I

RAN TO THE HOUSE

BIG MOTORS SCARE ME

“IN MOM!  IN!”

Whew, Thank Heavens.

In.  Mom can do her thing WITHOUT ME!!!

Boo Berry Betty