I remember being at my house and going out to the chicken house to the end with the lawn mowers and motorcycle, and it was really a mess out there. Some lady came and said that she was going to get something, and mom or Pat or someone said something about having to get that [chicken house] cleaned out for her.
Then a while later I went out again thinking that I was going to have to help and that the lady hadn't gotten there yet, but when I got there, it was cleared out mostly, and the lady's car was parked outside the end of it by the little clump of trees. Whatever it was that she took required her to leave her car there while she took it.
I looked into the chicken house, and it had this layer of grass stuff (a lot of shamrocks and things like that) that looked very soft and comfortable to lay in...
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