I did this every day for about a week and didn’t really talk to anyone. But one day everything was a little off, it started to rain and all of the animals were very nervous. “What's happening?” I asked Boxer “He’s arriving,” he said. “Who’s he?” I asked again. “Mr. Jones!” said Boxer. As soon as the words slowly spilled out of his mouth lightning crashed like a thousand sticks of dynamite exploding at the same time. “When will he get here?” I quietly asked. “Now!” whispered Boxer. When Boxer said that word all of the animals on the farm cried in pain as a shotgun was fired into the air. “Y'all better get to work, or this shotguns gonna be pointing at your face!” yelled Mr. Jones. So, all of the animals got to work while Mr. Jones and his buddies from the neighboring farms chatted and drank in the farm house. “Why do we have to do this?” I asked boxer. “It’s the new farmer’s rule,” he replied, “we have to follow it.” “Says who?” I questioned. “Says the shotgun he keeps at his side,” he quietly whispered. “Oh,” I sighed. Little did I know that that sigh would be the last thing that would come out of my mouth for a long
I did this every day for about a week and didn’t really talk to anyone. But one day everything was a little off, it started to rain and all of the animals were very nervous. “What's happening?” I asked Boxer “He’s arriving,” he said. “Who’s he?” I asked again. “Mr. Jones!” said Boxer. As soon as the words slowly spilled out of his mouth lightning crashed like a thousand sticks of dynamite exploding at the same time. “When will he get here?” I quietly asked. “Now!” whispered Boxer. When Boxer said that word all of the animals on the farm cried in pain as a shotgun was fired into the air. “Y'all better get to work, or this shotguns gonna be pointing at your face!” yelled Mr. Jones. So, all of the animals got to work while Mr. Jones and his buddies from the neighboring farms chatted and drank in the farm house. “Why do we have to do this?” I asked boxer. “It’s the new farmer’s rule,” he replied, “we have to follow it.” “Says who?” I questioned. “Says the shotgun he keeps at his side,” he quietly whispered. “Oh,” I sighed. Little did I know that that sigh would be the last thing that would come out of my mouth for a long