After only a few trips, Penelope was already back to complaining. "This is endless. I'm running back and forth like a chicken, and no one's even helping!"…Out in the middle of the field, Noah wiped the sweat from his brow, working on his own. Clutching a handful of seeds, he tried to copy what Theodore had done—dropping them into the furrows one by one and clumsily covering them with dirt.Theodore had already finished his own little patch with Jacklyn's help. It hadn't taken them long at all.He got to his feet, shot a glance at Noah, who'd barely gotten through a third of his section, and frowned. Then, he turned to Jacklyn. "Mommy, didn't Mr. Moone say it only counts as finished when everyone's done?"Jacklyn gave a small nod. "Yes, but we already did our part."Theodore hesitated, weighing it in his head. Then, making up his mind, he walked over to Noah, scooped up a handful of seeds, and got ready to help.But Noah, eyes red and brimming with unshed tears, suddenly lunged
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