Thursday, June 19, 2008

Shed Some Light

Mr. and Mrs. Appleton came by today. They sat in the folding chairs Ma and Pa would use while I stretched out on my stomach with my chin on my fists, so we were just about eye-to-eye. The Appletons look much younger than Ma and Pa ever did. Mr. Appleton is a few inches taller than Pa, but very skinny. Mrs. Appleton is shorter than Ma and plump like a pear. I guess it was Jay's bad luck to get stuck with all their shortest and skinniest genes.

"Mrs. Johansson approved the plans for your new shed," Mr. Appleton told me. From the tone of his voice, I could tell he didn't like that old witch from Child Welfare any more than I did. "We're pouring the foundation this afternoon. It cost us a fortune to get a work crew on such short notice, but Mrs. Johansson was insistent."

Mrs. Appleton shot her husband a disapproving glance. "The cost of the shed is irrelevant. Melly needs a place to live and we are her guardians now."

"I already have a perfectly good barn," I told them.

"We're not building you a barn, dear," said Mrs. Appleton. "When we get done furnishing and decorating your new space, it'll look just like any other teenage girl's room."

I perked up a little. "Can I bring my cows?"

"No," Mr. Appleton stated.

"Then what about just Tinkerbell?" I sat up and looked around the barn until I found my the two-year-old heifer munching on hay in the corner stall. She is the only cow who stays indoors with me during the summer. She's more pet than cattle.

"No," Mr. Appleton said again. He seemed a bit shaken by the way I scooped Tinkerbell into my arms and held her in the crook of my elbow.

"Melly, dear, you have to understand," said Mrs. Appleton. "Mrs. Johansson thinks it's unsanitary for you to keep cows in the place where you sleep. She's looking for any possible excuse to take you away from us, and who knows what will happen if you fall into state custody." I wasn't sure what she meant by that but the thought of sleeping in a barn behind Mrs. Johansson's house sent shivers down my spine.

"Okay," I said, while stroking Tinkerbell's head. She mooed and nuzzled her nose into my armpit. As bad as I feel for myself, I feel even worse for Tinkerbell. She's going to miss snuggling up to me in the night.


  1. Okay this Mrs. Johanson is someone I think I doesn't like from now on.

    But I prefer your new "guardians" have right my little.
    You can't live with cows.

    I know you see them more like pets or so and especially Tinkerbell.

    Maybe they can build a new barn right to your old one for your cows.

    Have your "guardians" you ever seen
    in your full height?

    Sorry but "guardinas" sorry I can't stop laughing right now...sorry.

  2. Sorry Mel but I must say that

    Germany vs. Portugal !!!!

    3 : 2

    European Fianls we comming!!!!!

    Sorry again^^

  3. That seems very low for a basketball score...

  4. No sweety thats not Basketball

    Its soccer^^

    Its the European Mastership and Portugal is a very strong rival.

    Or better WAS a very strong rival ^^

  5. Thanks^^

    One question

    Do you have msn on your Pc?

    Or Skype?

    If yes we could talk over thoose programms with each other.

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  7. hey want me, to...
    make you an e-mail hun?

  8. no danny, Melly...


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