We were by the barn door when a huge bolt of lightning flashed. I started
counting, like Grandma told me to, “1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10.”
Then the thunder ROARED!
“Ten miles…it’s tem miles away,” Grandma said as she looked at the sky. “About
an hour away, I’d say. You’ll have to hurry, child. Gather them eggs
careful-like,” she said.
Eggs from mean old Nellie Peck Hen. I was scared. I knew she would try to peck
me.
“I’m here, she won’t hurt you. Just get them eggs,” Grandma said softly.