There’s a little girl standing in front of a barn. She’s going to feed the chickens. Her name is Erin Suzanne. She’s 10 years old. There’s no one else there except the chicken owners: that’s the little girl’s family. They’re farmers. They’re back in the barn, resting. Her dad is named Frederick Dudley; her mother is Anna Dudley. Erin is the youngest of 10 children, but she feels fine as long as she feels like she’s number one. There’s also a grandfather and grandmother who take care of the farm. They could all live together in the house that’s attached to the barn.
This is on farm country back east in Minneapolis. The farm doesn’t look very big. It’s probably medium-sized. This is a recent picture, taken this year, and it’s either coming into or leaving the lunch hour. It’s cold there. She’s got a little sweater over her dress, and an apron over her sweater.
Erin looks like a little farm girl who wants to be all by herself to do what she wants to do and to play, y’know? She wants to get rid of all the work. But she has two chickens that are ready to lay eggs and she’s getting ready to collect eggs to give them to her mother. She doesn’t like doing that, though. She’d rather keep them for herself. All the same, when she is older, Erin will probably want to raise chickens, too. After all, Erin wants to do all the little things around the barn, because she likes to. (Or maybe she really hates it, but she thought she’d be nice for the camera.)
You can hear the cold wind , and the sounds of animals: chickens , a giraffe, probably a couple of cows , a cat (that is just moping and not doing anything), and a horse . There has to be a horse. After all, it has to go out and bring things back.
Next, Erin will be given big kisses by her parents. Then she’ll probably stay there and do tits and tats around the place, because she has nothing else to do.