Bringing in the sheaves,
Bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing
Bringing in the sheaves.
Then I remembered Poetry’s Bible verse: “Whatever a man sows, this he will also reap.” It was absolutely silly, I thought again, for anybody to sow a lot of sin in his life and not expect to reap a harvest of the same kind. The verse also said God couldn’t be mocked, which might mean that every man would surely be punished for living a sinful life.
Then I imagined different things, such as Dad saying to Mom, “I wonder how Bill is getting along up North,” and Mom saying, “Oh, fine—I hope. I wonder if he is warm enough. It gets so cold up there at night, and you know how he is—he kicks the covers off in his sleep and lies there and half freezes without even waking up.” And Dad would remember that I had my sleeping bag, and Mom would sigh, and they’d go to sleep. They really were wonderful parents, I thought.
And the waves of the blue-water lake rolled and rolled and tossed around some, and then a great big pair of horns stuck themselves up out of the lake, and then a cow’s face, and then a whole cow splashed and splashed, and the water turned blue all around the big blue cow. And Mom tried to stop him from swishing around so much because he was splashing around in her washing machine and getting too much bluing on her clothes.
And then I must have dropped off to sleep, because the next thing I knew it was morning, and the gang was making a lot of boys’ noise. And we had another wonderful day ahead in which to live and have new adventures.
Well, here I am, with all the pages filled up and not even room to tell you about how the kidnapper got away from the police and how the Sugar Creek Gang ran ker-smack onto his trail all by themselves the very next day, and what a fierce fight we had and everything.
But just as quick as I can, I’ll get going on that exciting story, which was maybe the most exciting experience that ever happened to us. Maybe I’ll get started writing tomorrow.
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