“Cassie grabbed at the heavy skillet she had hanging on a peg on the wall, and Red rushed to lift it for her. She whacked at his hands with a wooden spoon. “Don’t you have any chores to do outside?” “I’m carrying this frying pan for you.” Red pried her fingers off it. “Now tell me where you want it.”

“Cassie grabbed at the heavy skillet she had hanging on a peg on the wall, and Red rushed to lift it for her. She whacked at his hands with a wooden spoon. “Don’t you have any chores to do outside?” “I’m carrying this frying pan for you.” Red pried her fingers off it. “Now tell me where you want it.”

— Mary Connealy