8/26/2016 2:55:42 PM by
She wanted to go and play, but her mother gave her a stern look and put her to work tidying their home. She screwed her face up into the worst display of disgust she could manage and stirred the pot of stew. Her mother just laughed and shooed her outside to beat the furs free of dirt and debris. Finally an activity that allowed her to vent her frustrations and burn off the excessive energy of youth. Stirring up a cloud of dust with her enthusiastic endeavor with the rug, her mother relented and told her she could go play when she was done with the rug. Before she was even done with the sentence, she heard the beater hit the floor of the hut and when she turned, her daughter was gone.