“Old Mc Donald’s had a farm…. Ee I Ee I O…. And on his farm, he had some cows… Ee I Ee I O…”
“Ana, For God’s sake, please stop it.” Fresco snapped, covering his ears. “Are you really going to sing nursery rhymes through out the journey?”
Ana nodded, her eyes lighting up with mirth and her smile widening.
“Old Mc Donald’s had a farm…. Ee I Ee I O…. And on his farm, he had some cows… Ee I Ee I O…” She continued in an even louder voice. “With a Moo-moo here and a Moo-moo there….”
Fresco groaned and buried his face in his palms. The all of a sudden, he looked up and thrust his fingers in his ears; singing at the top of his voice “Ana has an ugly face…. Ee I… Ee I O… And on her face there are freckles great… Ee I Ee I O….”
Ana face flushed and her eyes turned red with anger. Reachin
