I’m kicking and screaming. I want to run away. But Mary Lou’s heard the commotion and comes to comfort me.
‘I don’t like him,’ I say. ‘He scares me.’
I ask Mary Lou who the stranger is, but she doesn’t answer.
He always wears a dark hat that covers his eyes and never says anything. He just paces around and looks at us.
‘I think he has a kind smile,’ Jodi says.
‘What would you know?’ I say. ‘Smiles are tricky, when you can’t see the eyes.’
The last time he came around, he was smiling with mamma and kept putting his hands all over her.
And then they took her away.
I ain’t seen mamma since; I miss her.
He shakes hands with farmer Jackson and smiles at me and Jodi.
Mary Lou tells me it’ll be okay now. She puts more food in our boxes and closes the gates. I like Mary Lou, she has a real, kind smile — not like him.
In response to: FFfAW Challenge-Week of February 28, 2017
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