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Show -21- the garden, and Ma never lets me dig the garden. She makes me work all day long." "But digging that garden was work!" exclaimed Sandy. "No it wasn't, it was play! Sliding down this old slide and swinging on those dumb swings is hard work!" He pointed to a set of beautiful, gleaming swings. "All day long I have to swing and slide, and sit on that fence! I was glad when you came by, because I could stop working for a few minutes!" "Swinging, sliding and sitting on a fence is play," explained Sandy. "Digging a garden is work'.' "No it isn't!" shouted the boy. "You think you know everything, just because you're a girl. Girls are lucky, they get to wash dishes and cook and stuff. It's not fair!" The boy angrily slid down the si ide and marched over to the swings. "Someday you'll know what it's like to work!" he hollered, as he began to pump back and forth. "Then you'll remember me!" Sandy walked to the path, then stopped to watch the boy as he stalked from the swings to the fence and sat down. After a few minutes he grimly walked back to the slide and began again. She turned away, bewildered by the strange boy's behaviour. As she walked, she saw some small, wild blackberries growing on a scraggly bush by the side of the path. She stooped, picked some and popped them in her mouth. "Ugh! These are sour! Doesn't anything nice grow around here? And why does everybody act so strange?" Lost in thought, Sandy failed to notice the figure creeping down the path behind her. |
