I had just
finished getting washed
one freezing winter morning, “Are you ready to collect the eggs for breakfast?” my aunt
said.
As I peered out
of the window it was still pitch black. I fastened my coat, swept
back my fringe and put
on my hat.
Stepping outside
with only the flickering
candle light we made our way across to the hen house. When we arrived, I was
really cold and hoped they had laid, my aunt reached in.
“Hooray we are
in luck this morning,” she said.
I couldn’t wait
to get back for a hot breakfast.
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