This snippet is from my novella,
Too Old for Christmas
The confession came slowly. “No. I come here a lot of times after school. But only if you aren’t here so I don’t get in your way. My pa didn’t like me around getting in his way, so I figured you’d think the same. But, I like talking to your mules better than teaching my brother school lessons. A lot of days I come here instead of going straight home because it helps me forget I didn’t eat lunch.” The boy hesitated. “You aren’t going to tell on me with Ma, are you, Mr. Flood?”
Sean ignored the boy’s question.
“My mules don’t take well to strangers, boy. ‘Tisn’t safe you being around them.”
“They like me well enough, Mr. Flood. I call the girl mule Miss and the boy mule Mister. If they’re in their stalls, I give them a little feed so they stand still for me while I brush them.”
And it explains why the feed be disappearing fast, now doesn’t it?