Sunny Farmhouse part 2
“Urgh, where are my wellies?” Millie shouted into the empty hallway From the living room, the blare of Lola’s favorite cartoon confirmed exactly where her little sister was—and where Mum was likely close by.
Millie gave up rummaging and dragged herself over to her mother’s mountain-high collection of shoes. She dug through the pile and pulled out the first pair that looked remotely acceptable for farm work. Clomping downstairs, she opened her mouth to announce she was finally ready when a sharp voice cut her off.
“You are not wearing those!” Sarah pointed at Millie’s feet. “Those are my comfiest pair.”
“I haven’t got time, Mum! I’m already behind and I haven’t even started your lame to-do list yet!” Millie fired back.
“Have you even seen my wellies?” she added, exasperated.
Sarah tried, and failed, to keep a straight face. The smirk broke into full-blown laughter—the kind everyone in the village said sounded suspiciously like the snorts from their pigsty.
Millie didn’t find it nearly as funny. She turned, eyes narrowing, and spotted Lola sitting cross-legged with her sticker book. Millie’s once-practical wellies now gleamed with crooked yellow stars, and inside one boot oozed a puddle of glitter glue that Lola swore was “an accident.”
“Brilliant,” Millie muttered. Then louder: “Because you find the destruction of my wellies so entertaining, Mum, I’ll be wearing your shoes. And just so you know, I won’t be speaking to either of you for the rest of the day!” With a dramatic stomp—made even louder in her mother’s shoes—Millie marched out the front door, forgetting entirely about the chicken feed.
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