Wednesday, May 6, 2020
William Shakespeares The Barnyard At Butterworth Farm
WILLIAM and Crocco pulled the Gator in the barnyard at Butterworth Farm. Crocco unloaded a five-gallon bucket full of water from the Housatonic River from the back of the Gator. ââ¬Å"Alright, go park that thing. Thereââ¬â¢s no need to burn anymore gas,â⬠William said. Crocco parked the gator in a shed behind the barn and returned to the barnyard. ââ¬Å"So, whatââ¬â¢s the plan?â⬠Crocco asked. ââ¬Å"Whereââ¬â¢s that mangy old dog I always see laying around here?â⬠ââ¬Å"You mean Flash?â⬠Crocco asked. ââ¬Å"Yeah. Itââ¬â¢s time for old Flash to take one for the team,â⬠William said. Crocco walked into the barn. A moment later, he returned with one of the farmhands. Walking slowly behind the farmhand was an old Springer Spaniel. ââ¬Å"This is Jack,â⬠Crocco said introducing William to the farmhand. ââ¬Å"Flash is his dog.â⬠ââ¬Å"Itââ¬â¢s nice to see you again,â⬠Jack said, stepping forward and extending his hand. ââ¬Å"Ha ve we met before?â⬠William asked, shaking Jackââ¬â¢s hand. ââ¬Å"Itââ¬â¢s been over a decade. Iââ¬â¢m not surprised you donââ¬â¢t remember me. I was with you the day you purchased Sleeping Giant. You rode into that vagrant camp and kicked some ass,â⬠Jack said. ââ¬Å"Oh, yeah, I remember now.â⬠ââ¬Å"We still talk about that around here. You had balls of steel doing that. You must remember Flash, he rode out with us that day,â⬠Jack said, reaching down and scratching Flash between the ears. ââ¬Å"Oh, sure. Flash, huh, it looks like itââ¬â¢s been a long time since he lived up to his name.â⬠ââ¬Å"He definitely has a little grey on his snout, but donââ¬â¢t we all.
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