Farmer Jim was out in the fields, ploughing his cornfield. It was a warm autumn day.
“Hoot! Hoot!” cried an owl, flying over the field.
“Oh be quiet!” exclaimed Farmer Jim, angrily. “I can’t concentrate on my ploughing with you hollering your fool head off!”
The owl flew away.
“Ahoo Ahoo!” a wolf howled in the far distance.
“Oh how can I get any work done around here,” yelled Farmer Jim. “I moved out here to the country to get some peace and quiet and all I hear is noise!”
The wolf ran away.
Farmer Jim continued to do his ploughing. This time, it was so quiet that he couldn’t concentrate at all. Wearily, he got down from his tractor and went into the house.
“Well hello,” said Farmer Jim’s wife. “It looks like you’ve had a terrible day. How about a nice slice of freshly baked cherry pie with a nice big scoop of home-made vanilla ice-cream on top?”
“Maybe that will perk me up,” said Farmer Jim, sadly.
Farmer Jim took a big bite of the pie and ice-cream.
“Oh, this tastes so good!” exclaimed Farmer Jim.
“Yes,” said his wife. “And imagine, every bit of it was made right here on the farm. It sure makes it worthwhile living out in the country, doesn’t it!”
“It sure does,” said Farmer Jim, wiping his mouth on his handkerchief.
Farmer Jim thought about what his wife had said to him and he was grateful that he lived in the country. He knew it was a much better life than city life. He also thought about how everything that he ate for lunch was grown by his own hands and his own hard work. He knew he should appreciate what he had. Whistling to himself, he went back out to the field to finish his ploughing.
“Caw! Caw! Caw!” sang a huge crow, overhead.
“Well,” said Farmer Jim. “It sure is nice to hear the crows calling.”
“Swish, swish,” went the branches of a nearby tree, where a doe and her fawn had just walked.
“What a beautiful sound!” exclaimed Farmer Jim. “How could anyone ever live in the city?”
“Hoot! Hoot!” cried the same owl that had flown over the field earlier.
“Ahoo! Ahoo!” howled the same wolf.
“Oh!” exclaimed Farmer Jim. “That is music to my ears.”
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