George wasn't all that much older than me (Deniece). In fact, time diference with my brother Monte and I is the same as betwen me and George.
So Lynne and I loved to make mud pies. Ours were very special. We would go to the chicken coop and gather eggs to go in our mud pies. Mmmm. such good mud pies. So pretty and gooey. Then one day Mom and Dad were having this conversation about how the chickens just weren't laying eggs. What could be the matter? Our uncle George turned out to be a tattler. We were exposed. No More Mud Pies!
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