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Literature

Freddy Collins

A rooster squawked in the distance, the hoarse sound just barely breaking through the layer of packed fluff covering little Freddy's head. Hot and humid, the boy turned over in his bed, punching his pillow in his now lost sleep. His mother would be coming soon. He knew it. She always came right after the rooster screeched its annoying voice. It was always the same. Get up. Get dressed. Eat whatever she made. Help dad outside all day. Eat dinner when she hollered. Go to bed. What was the point? Freddy could just hear it now. Mother comes stomping up the crooked steps, skirts full of hay from getting eggs, her face red with irritation when sh