Because She's an Old Lady

For their play date that afternoon, Puck and Mickey were busy raking leaves in the front yard, hunting the arrow I lost the previous day. When the arrow still hadn’t turned up, Puck suggested they offer to rake the neighbors’ yards for pay. They took off with their rakes, while I prepared to follow with Yali.

A little while later, I found them two houses down, running around in the back yard of a little old lady with white hair, picking up sticks.

“Working hard?” I asked them.

“Yup,” they nodded, hustling for more sticks in the front yard.

“We only charged her four dollars,” Puck explained, “because she’s an old lady.”