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Whiskers, Mud, and Old Muddy Pie

It was a beautiful day when I woke up to see it. I lay in my bed of straw mixed with hay on a blanket with straw sticking out around the edges. I felt very comfortable lying there on my bed of hay and straw in the early morning light. I lay really still and watched to see if anything about it would change. I lay still on my makeshift Bed, and I just watched the beautiful birds which were coming in through the window. I watched them along with a few bugs, which were crawling across the planked striping of the walls. The skies were a deep and brilliant blue, with white cloud circles in them. The clouds high above us were just slowly wisping away, chased by the waves of wind that we could not see high above us in the sky.

The sun was shining warmly down as I lay there on my straw and hay bed in the old four room house. The windows were broken out of their place in the Home. They lay in the bare opening as windows without striping. The fact that I was looking at cows out in the field, through my bedroom window just looked a little out of place to me. As I lay there quietly watching, a black and white cow put her head in the window, and then there was another cow waiting just on the outside the house. Each of the cows were looking at me and mooing softly to one another as I lay there quietly watching them. I watched as another cow put her head inside the house for some hay. The cows smelled very good, their body warmth warming me as they came in through the window frame to get mouthfuls of hay and straw to eat. One black and white cow turned the hay around in her mouth slowly, and then looked at me as if telling me it was very good. Then all of the cows turned slowly around, and went back to the field to eat the green grass growing in the pasture. The cows had looked at me with a little interest, and as confiding as saying hello, then went back to their job of filling their stomachs on a brilliant blue sky day in Monet, Arkansas.

I felt well satisfied that I was in good hands, that there was nothing there to bother me. There was nothing that would harm me in that setting of broken house and good hay. Mama came in then, she picked me up and wrapped me around in her large fleshy arms and hands. Then she took me out to the car to get a breakfast of pancakes left over from the early morning breakfast of the other children. The syrup was ready to go, and it tasted like Blackberry Waffles. The Waffles tasted so good in the warmth of the

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