Lessons with Grandpa

Having the shortest legs made for hard work whenever anyone called for her, let alone when she was half way across the garden with her nose in the dirt trying to see what Mr Racoon had been digging for earlier in the day. Was it a bug stash? Was it something super special for healing? or was he just digging for the sake of it?

Already the miniscule girl was rounder than her siblings, (maybe it was her parents attempts at feeding her more in the hopes that she would grow?) and her breath came in puffs by the time she hiked across the mountainous rows of the garden to join her siblings to see what Grandpa wanted. “D'ja bing peasants?” the girl asked hopefully, trying to shoulder her way through her much larger siblings to get closer to grandpa.

“Speech”