Mart was in a grumpy mood. It had snowed again last night.
Dad said it was a freaky late spring snow storm and that those old groundhogs Punxsutawney Phil and Staten Island Chuck both needed to be renamed Mud on account of all the slush. Back in February they said we would be over with winter by the middle of March. Yet here is was May 1st, and the orchard was covered in snow.
It didn't help at all that today was Trixie’s birthday and she was now six years old and they would be almost twins for the next month until his birthday on June 1st when he would turn seven.
But the absolute worst thing was that she got a stick horse as one of her presents. That stick horse had a head that looked like a real horse, even if it was pink plastic. Pink! Mart could agree with Trixie that a pink horse head was stupid, but she loved that horse anyway. And he wanted it.
The only stick horse he’d ever had, had been an old broken broom handle. Of course, since it had no head, he could also pretend that it was a javelin, or maybe a flagpole to hold his flag when he played fort. But if he could get that horse away from Trixie, he could have a horse and a jousting staff and he could play royal games like in the old movies about Kings. All Trixie wanted to do was ride around in circles playing cowboys and Indians and searching for hidden caves full of gold.
Maybe he could convince Moms to let them go outside for a while and have a snowball fight. Trixie was just a squaw, and she couldn’t throw much of anything except a temper tantrum, but maybe he could challenge her and win anyway and as the winner he would claim his prize and get that horse.
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