Excerpt from: fragments: Stories of Another Time
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From a story entitled, Stuff Gramma Taught Me
When we traveled with Gramma, we counted cows. My
sister always won. I guess there were more cows on her
side or maybe she counted faster. Or maybe I had more
cemeteries on my side where I had to bury my cows. One
long trip I was way ahead for the first time. We were
almost home and we came to this big cemetery. There
go all my cows! Gramma looked at me but didn't say a
word. A road divided the cemetery in the middle.
Gramma turned in and there went all my cows and my
sister's cows too.
''Oops! Wrong turn!" was all Gramma said.
When we traveled with Gramma, we counted cows. My
sister always won. I guess there were more cows on her
side or maybe she counted faster. Or maybe I had more
cemeteries on my side where I had to bury my cows. One
long trip I was way ahead for the first time. We were
almost home and we came to this big cemetery. There
go all my cows! Gramma looked at me but didn't say a
word. A road divided the cemetery in the middle.
Gramma turned in and there went all my cows and my
sister's cows too.
''Oops! Wrong turn!" was all Gramma said.
