Little Joe was still behind him. Eli could feel it. He wanted to look back, but he couldn’t. The tears were too close. If he were Fancy, he’d turn around and kick and buck and moo and do just about anything to keep his calf near. But Eli wasn’t Fancy; he was a farmer. - Sandra Neil Wallace
They got a manure machine in there, Keller said. He went up to the barn and peeked through a hole between tow boards. On wheels. It’s fun to ride sometimes, when you don’t care how you smell. - Sandra Neil Wallace