Grandpa's farm

What's that we hear? Aunt Ivy, Kinsy, and Allison press their ears to the steel door and strain to hear the chirping of the thousands and thousands of brand new little chickens just delivered today.

"They are kissing me" says pretty little blue eyes as the little chickens overwhelm her feet.

Soon she decided that they were to friendly

for her liking, so I pulled her back over the fence.

Grandpa then took the girls on the coveted tractor ride from the chicken houses back up to Nana's house, "again, again" cries pretty blue eyes.