The Green Green Grass of Home

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Turd ran through the emerald green fields with his arms stretched wide flapping in the wind. Oh how long it had been since he’d seen his family pile! The twins were barely six months old when he’d last seen them, and now they’d be seasoned meadowlings of three years, able to frolic in the long grass all by themselves.

 

Turd noticed how long the grass was. It would not be long til hay-time. He was so happy he’d be here this season to help with the work. That is… if his family was still alive and well…

 

There! There in the distance was his little red barn! As he got closer he could see that some roof shingles were missing and that the paint was worn. But it was still standing. Oh please, oh please…

 

He bounded over the last rolling hill and peered intently as he ran. Could that be…? Yes! Yes, there in the yard was a small brown heap… Could it be his family sunning after lunch? He shouted into the wind and was rewarded as the heap began to move and squirm. He could make out four distinct shapes… It was his family!

 

Laughing, he bounded the last steps and threw himself high into the air to land squarely on top of his beloved family. Home at last!