"See you later." Jackson says before turning his mare south. "Come on" The mare trots away, swishing her tail.

She nodded and turned her horse back on the northern path, joining up with her father as they started their way back.

"How was it? Not too bad?"

"It was good, we hung out." She responded casually.

Jackson took the back trails home. But his mouther still catches him at the stabble.

"It is late." The short woman says. "How was it?"

"It was nice." Is all Jackson says before stealing a sandwitch and going to his room.

She carefully escaped up to her room as she got home and began to look over her side,wincing at the soreness. She carefully took a bath before eating for the evening. Afterwards she was exhausted, sleeping quickly.

Jackson yawned and ate his peanut butter and cheese sandwich. What is his mom's deal? He stretched out on his bed and does not even have time to count the 3rd sheep.

By the time she awoke the next morning, she groaned at the soreness in her body. She sleepily climbed downstairs and tried to not apppy too much pressure on her body, grabbing some food for breakfast.

Jackson groaned. The back of his ribs hurt where Sophia landed on him and shoved him into a rock. Jackson walked downstairs and grabed some toast. Toast is good. Better than eggs.

She ended up eating a couple of pancakes before she headed outside. She sat down in the fields, groaning softly as she tried to get comfortable.

Jackson lays flat on a rock. A big one, so it is still cool from the dew. A huge yawn esacpes him. Slowly, cloulds move across the sky. That one looks like a sheep.

She studied the flowers, collecting some of her favorites, violets and lilacs. She climbed onto her feet, walking further downhill to look for wild flowers.