I am ten years old. I have one brother and three sisters. I have a
cow and a calf. We have a play store; we make wooden dollies and
many other things to sell. We have a dog and a cat. The dog's name
is Trip, and the cat's Tiger. There is a little bird that comes
down by the door, and we give him crumbs; he is real tame. I used
to have a pet rooster, but papa sold him. He would fly up on my
shoulder, and when he saw any one with a pan he would fly in it. I
will tell you about a squirrel that lives in a very large hollow
hickory-tree back of our house. He is so cunning! He comes out on
the side of the tree and chatters at us, and the dog and cat try to
catch him, but he is too sharp for that. He comes and steals
walnuts from our store-house, and carries some to his tree. We have
two small mules; I love to ride on their backs.