Your girl is board, board, board! She read the newspaper this morning, finished off two left-over paintings this afternoon, and, by one gasp, became well aware that she had run out of anything else to do or say except that the summer worms seem to be trying to make a comeback onto the sidewalks.
What's left for Fio to do when she can't go anywhere because she doesn't have transportation? She would have been better off back in the horse and buggy days!
Pastor Karl has said that he'll talk to Fiobella's lone opportunity for a church driver again, but there's a height issue: the driver has a big, big truck and your girl is five-foot two.
In the meantime, Fio has been finishing up her portraits of Mrs. Gustafson and the (India) Indian girl, which you're probably tired of hearing about.
Nothing Fiorella can do but lurch into German. How about dog and cat? "Dog" is HUND, and Fio's pretty sure that the D of HUND is pronounced like an English T. Katze is simply pronounced in two syllables and the "a" of Katze is like "o" of English "lot."
Thank you for dropping by. Apologizing for having had a bad day.
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