There she is outside the barn. The hen is watching her. Rosie is seven years and she has just finished picking eggs for mum. She has a bow in her hair, her hair has a lovely colour. She walks to school every day with her brothers and sisters, she has three sisters and two brothers. They are older than her.
This afternoon she is happy there were several eggs, nine to be precise. The eveningmeal will be wonderful: pancakes with, fried bacon and lingonberry jam, her mothers favorite dish from Sweden. Rosie has been told that her grandmother used to do that when they lived in Sweden long time ago.
While Rosie stands there thinking, she can hear the cat running in the grass in front of her. The cat is called Tiger because it has three coulers from grey to black, Rosie like the cat because he is a big hunter, and keep the barn free from mice.Somebody suddenly call for her...ROSIE where are you, are you standing by the barn dreaming again? She has to hurry with the eggs now, smiling and carefully with the eggs in the apron, she hurry t