Poor Mountain Family and Autumn Foods
Poor Mountain Brother and Poor Mountain Sister woke up shivering. It was autumn and in the mountains of British Columbia, Canada, it gets cooler at night.
“Here,” said Poor Mountain Mother. “Have a nice warm bowl of oatmeal. That will warm you up.”
“Thank you Poor Mountain Mother,” said Poor Mountain Sister.
“Yes,” said Poor Mountain Brother. “Thank you.”
Poor Mountain Brother and Poor Mountain Sister ate their oatmeal and they did feel warmer.
“We need to gather up some firewood,” said Poor Mountain Father, coming into the kitchen. “Winter is right around the corner.”
“Sure,” said Poor Mountain Brother. “I will help you.”
Poor Mountain Brother worked hard, helping Poor Mountain Father load the firewood into the truck, split it and then stack it.
“There,” said Poor Mountain Father. “That is a good job done. Thank you.”
Poor Mountain Father and Poor Mountain Brother looked around the mountains in front of them. It was looking like autumn. The trees were bare of their leaves and they could see squirrels running around gathering up their storage of nuts for the winter.
“Autumn is nice,” said Poor Mountain Brother. “The nights do get quite cool though.”
“Good sleeping weather,” said Poor Mountain Father.
“I think we will both sleep good tonight,” said Poor Mountain Brother.
“Definitely,” said Poor Mountain Father.
Poor Mountain Father and Poor Mountain Brother got home just as Poor Mountain Mother and Poor Mountain Sister were putting the finishing touches on the beef stew they were making.
“I love beef stew,” said Poor Mountain Brother, washing up for dinner.
“I made a big pot of it,” said Poor Mountain Mother.
“Good thing,” said Poor Mountain Father. “Because Poor Mountain Brother and I are starving.”
“You better save room for apple pie,” said Poor Mountain Mother.
“We will,” said Poor Mountain Brother. “That is another thing I love about autumn. All the autumn foods.”
“Agreed,” said Poor Mountain Father.
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