The girl ran to her mother in a panic, out of breath and flailing her arms in the cool, spring breeze like a child might while falling from a tree. Clomping up the wooden porch stairs she began to shout.
"She's still upset because someone dropped a house on her sister!"
"Calm down girl, you're way too excited. Try again! Who's upset?"
"Lillian mom! She's still upset because someone plopped a mouse on her keester!"
"Whoa, that's a good one. Let's try one more time honey, just concentrate, go slow baby."
Bonnie grabbed handfuls of her own hair in frustration, twisting her neck as if a snake transfixed by a charmer's flute.
"Lillian is upset because she spotted her blouse at the cistern."
precious, you did just fine. Just take a deep breath before speaking
and you'll always say the right thing. Now, how the heck did your sister
soil her blouse getting wellwater?"
Bonnie breathed deeply,
once, and then again. But it was no use, her eyes widened to the size of
blue baseballs before she shouted, "Silly hen and Billy was cluckin in
the flood and her house just got crashed on while they was gruffin and
"Never mind girl; you just go wash up for supper."