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In the winter, Geraldine had hot oatmeal, brown sugar, and milk for breakfast. After she ate, she would bundle up in her work clothes, and she would go out to do her chores. Yes, even when it was forty below zero. She had to milk the cows, feed the calves, and gather the eggs. Often, she had to use an axe to remove the ice from the water pails, and she would need to shovel a path to the calf barn. Bossy the Cow would give her trouble by swishing her tail in Geraldine’s face, bawling annoyingly, and kicking over the milk pail.
“Bossy, you are going to be the death of me” Geraldine would say, and she would swat Bossy’s with her gloved hand.
Bossy, who was a black and white Holstein, would turn and look at Geraldine with baleful brown, long-lashed eyes, but she would go on frustrating Geraldine.
By the time Geraldine was finished, she was sweaty, tired, and covered with filth. She was ready to go inside. Then, she’d curl up with her favourite book, Black Beauty, and she’d treat herself to a cup of cocoa, a cinnamon roll, and a peanut butter sandwich.
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