Home Country
Windy Wilson looked through the notions aisle at the store and finally picked out the package of needles he wanted. Big ones. The big ones are easier to thread and it’s harder to drop them and stick yourself.
Mrs. Andrews walked past him with her shopping cart.
“Going to do some sewing, Windy?”
“Oh hi there, Miz Andrews. Well … you know how it is. Gotta have a modiclum of needles around in case a cow cuts herself up on a bobwire fence.”
“Oh I see,” she said, wandering off.