The kids met Bud at the door with their complaint. “Mama’s making us do work?”Abuse was written al over their tragic faces. Bud was all sympathy. “Oh no! Why in the world would she do such thing?
They poured their collective hearts out between sniffles. “Mama told us to go out and play. Then we got in a fight. I have to vacuum the living room and Sister has to fold washcloths. She won’t let us go play till we get through.”
” We’ll, everybody has to work. I work. Mama works. You need to help out.” Bud explained. Hurry up and get through then ask Mama if you can go out.”
”But I don’t like to work.” They wailed.