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Show 17 So he changed his timepiece to Pacific Time. Now all his adult life Clem had gone in for his nooning at 12 o'clock sharp. So the next day the mule named Bee quit promptly at 12 noon, as always. Only Clem, you remember, had switched to Pacific Time. To him, it was still only 11 a.m. Now in sugar-beet fields, even when you're only gleaning, a mule is particularly prized, 'cause unlike a horse, a mule can tip-toe down the row and never damage a single plant. Only thing was, Bee felt that Clem had turned unfair. It was then that the trait of independence made itself known in Bee. Oh sure, just as Clem wanted, Bee went back to work. Only this time she stepped on every single beet in the whole row. On both sides. Clem rushed over to Bee to get her out of the field. He pushed. And he pulled. And he cussed long and loud. Well, sir, about the time Clem's face had grown to be as red as the beets he grew, I eased over to him and said, "I'll take |
