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“You aren't the boss of me!” Maddie stood defiantly, glaring at her older sister with a five-year old’s stubborn conviction. “But Maddie,” pleaded Emma. “Mama said don’t go into Mr. Grumps' garden.” ‘Mr. Grumps’ was what they called Thomas Crump, whose property backed up to theirs. The Petersons lived in a new house at the edge of town, and Crump’s Strawberry Farm was just outside the city limits. Part of his truck farm had been annexed for the development and the elderly farmer hadn’t welcomed the intrusion. “Mama’s not home, and I’m gonna eat strawberries,” Maddie declared, diving for the kid-sized gap in the back fence. Emma and Maddie had found the delicious strawberries almost as soon as they moved in, and became even worse pests than the sparrows. Their father had built a solid fence around the back yard, but a loose board allowed just enough space for the girls to squeeze through. “Hah, gotcha!” cried Mr. Grumps triumphantly, as he grabbed Maddie by the straps of her denim overalls. Maddie kicked and screamed in terror as he carried her toward his house. Emma squirmed frantically through the fence and stood in shock as Mr. Grumps called back. “If ya want yer sister, then come and get ‘er! You’ll get what she’s getting!” Emma screwed up her courage and followed. She knew it was up to her. Daddy was at work, and she’d been told to watch Maddie while Mama went to the store. She’d take a whipping, if necessary, to save her sister from Mr. Grumps’ clutches. Emma walked past stacked strawberry flats into the kitchen. Maddie sat at the table, shoveling strawberries into her mouth from a blue crockery bowl. “You girls oughta know that you don’t eat strawberries without cream ‘n sugar,” grinned old Mr. Grumps. |