Her head began to spin. Of all the oddball gifts her uncle had given her over the years, this was the most ridiculous yet. “Animals?”
“You also own a small herd of goats, five head of cattle, several laying hens, one rooster, six horses, and assorted ducks and geese.” He made the announcement in a gleeful voice as he opened the folder and read from one of the papers inside.
Thank goodness, he had insisted she sit back down. Her knees never would have held her. “G—G—Goats?”
The look on her face obviously amused him. “Don’t forget the cattle. Which happens to include two good Guernsey milk cows, so serving fresh milk to your guests is never a problem.”
“F—Fr—Fresh milk?”
“Are you going to repeat everything I say? Because there are quite a few things we need to go over this afternoon, and saying them just once will take long enough.”
Hannah closed her eyes and concentrated on taking deep, even breaths. She owned goats and chickens. And milk cows.
Holy boomtown, JoeJoe had turned her into a farmer! She had a ridiculous image of herself in a pair of overalls and a floppy straw hat, munching on a piece of straw.
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