shed

Finally, the day had arrived. It was Saturday! Not just any, but the Saturday the children had been waiting for, for so many months. It was time to sow the Pioneer Planter’s seeds. There could not have been a more perfect day. The sun was smiling over Tributary, the birds sang and there was a cloud-free sky of the bluest blue.
Darwin Fayreweather needed to till the soil between the shed and Ginger’s coop. Jay J’s job was to look for stones and remove them from the dirt. As he sifted through the dirt, every once in a while Jay J found a worm; a big, juicy wriggly worm to feed to Ginger. Standing in her coop, patiently waiting, Ginger danced with delight each time Jay J brought her tasty treat; fluffing up her feathers contentedly after each juicy morsel. Father and son worked, processing the whole garden, until all the stones and clumps were gone, the soil was velvety smooth and Ginger’s belly was full.
With the garden tilled, it was time to fertilize the soil with manure. Jay J found it very amusing when his father had told him that manure was actually animal dung. Spreading poop over the garden the family would grow food in. It was like they were going to eat poo! He had to tell Timmy Taylor they were going to grow vegetables in doo doo.
At first Timmy did not believe Jay J when he told him they were going to spread dung over the dirt in their garden. When Timmy said he had to see it to believe it, Jay J arranged for Timmy to come over to help (play in the mucky manure). Jessie and Megan were not as enthusiastic about spreading poop in the garden and were more than happy to let Jay J and Timmy do the job.
Earlier in the week, Darwin Fayreweather had gone to Greene’s Grocery & Garden Supply to buy the large bags of manure. D...

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...se my mom is the principal.
From,
Corvida Bratleigh

Corvida was sure NASA would do something about the Fayreweathers and their genetic experiments. She was even more sure when she received a response to her email!

From: NASA
To: Corvida Bratleigh
Subject: RE: HELP!
Thank you for contacting NASA.

We receive a large number of emails. While we strive to answer as many as we can, it is not possible to respond to every email we receive. Thank you for your understanding.

This is an automated response.

Corvida did not completely understand what an automated response was. In her confusion she convinced herself that NASA had read her email and would most certainly do something about it. Even if they did not have time to email her again and tell her their plans. NASA would stop the Fayreweathers before those mutant seeds turned into giant glowing vegetables!