Dad and the Farm

The sun peeked over the hills. “Chirp, chirp,” sang the birds. “Ready, buddy?” Dad asked. “Yes!” I said, hopping into the truck.

At the farm, we heard “Moo, moo!” from the cows and “Baa, baa!” from the sheep. Dad gave me a bucket of grain. “Clink, clink,” went the pellets as I poured them into the trough. The animals munched happily.