Grandpappy's CowsGrammy and Grandpappy had fifteen youngins o' their own, so I had me a mess o' cousins. Most of the boys looked the same, with straggly dirty blonde hair and mean squinty eyes. We girls was better. We looked different from one another by our hair color and sizes of our bosoms.
Grandpappy moved lots of us to a run-down trailer park near the railroad tracks. Him and Grammy lived in a doublewide next to the meadow 'cause they kept a milk cow. As neighbors moved out, more of our kin moved in. No matter the trailers was abandoned 'cause they was old, we was a family that stuck together. Pretty soon our kin took over every useable trailer in that danged weed-infested field. The poor folk thought we was rich.
Everyone who visited asked to go see the rest of them empty trailers.
