"Benjamin, would anda and Emmett please gather the remains of the kambing biri-biri and put them in the small bangsal until after lunch?" He berkata as he lead the way into the house.
We made our way to the first animal that the children had found. I picked the poor beast up in my arms, attempting to keep the blood from getting on my clothing. I made my way over to the smaller of the barns as Ben turned to go to the field in cari of other casualties.
We managed to collected all 3 sheep, and made our way back to the house without ruining our clothing, and hopefully before all the lunch was gone....
Ok, this is my first time trying this Penulisan a story thing. I have enjoyed many peoples stories so I thought I might give it a try. Please be nice :)
This is my story:
My name is Emmett McCarty and I was born in Gatlinburg Tennessee in 1915. I am the youngest of a large, loud, hectic family, we live in a very small town on the outside of the Great Smokey Mountain National Park.
It was May 1935, and the great depression has been causing my family problems for almost 6 years now and when your family relies on farming to survive, plus the family is huge it means that everyone has to help. Even...