Really, Mother? Of all the days to come up here with the camera, you choose this one?
It is gross and muddy out. I am gross and muddy. And you document this on film?
I mean, I'm sure my readership is pleased to see proof of life and all that. All two of them. But I am filthy. And the location makes me look butt high and sway backed! I'm only 14! Not even yet fourteen.
And the after pictures...
I really don't see any difference. Do you??
Just let me out of here.
I never thought I'd say this, but I need a bath.
Why don't you just go off and fuss over the chickens. They're all you care about lately, anyway. I don't see how they're useful...
Hannah, the chicken.
Bathsheba, the chicken. Ruth and Naomi are around here somewhere, too.
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