The basket that Celeste took to gather eggs were filled to the rim with fresh farm eggs. She headed for the house while whistling for her pack of puppy friends to surface. She wanted to share an egg with them, but they were nowhere in sight. Whistling louder she looked around the ranch for any sign of them until she reached the front door to her home.
“I’m home!” She announced out loud when walking into the house. Her father came out of his bedroom with a huge smile upon his face. She quickly put her basket of eggs on the table and ran into her father’s loving arms. “Papa I missed ya so much!” Celeste said with excitement. “Ooo we child, you’re growing up! Before ya’ know it girl ya’ will be taller than me.” He said in a heavy southern drawl while picking her up into his arms and hugging her deeply.
As Celeste gave her father a happy face she quickly kissed his cheek. “I’m glad you are home daddy.” When she completed her sentence her mother came out of her bedroom with tears in her eyes. “Celeste please go back outside while I speak with your father some more.” Celeste gave her father a inquisitive look. “Okay mama, but I think you two shouldn’t fight. It’s not good for your health; besides daddy is a big boy now and shouldn’t be scolded.” She gave her father a kiss on his cheek and then wiggled out of his strong bear hug. “Since when did you git so smart?” Her father joked with her and tickled her lightly on the nose with his finger.
“Well papa, I am nine years old, and I do go to school for learning.” Her father ruffled her long hair up at the crown of her head and said in a serious tone. “Well git going outside you smart girl and I will see you for dinner.” He gently hugged his daughter one more time and kissed her on the forehead. When she turned to leave she asked her mother a question. “Mama where are the pups? I didn’t see them anywhere?”
“Gone…I sold them all to a man who wanted the whole litter.” Celeste was dumbfounded hearing her mother bark out her reply so quickly. “How could ya’ mama? They were my friends.” She softly whimpered. “Go Celeste!” Her mother stated firmly. The little country girl walked away from her parents with her head down low. The minute she shut the door she ran for the barn with tears in her eyes, and went to the tack room to clean her leather saddle, while worrying where her friends ended up.
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