"The harvesting ... caused excited little tremors...Myop carried a short, knobby stick. She struck out at random chickens she liked."
"...Myop walked along the fence till it ran into the stream made by the spring. Around the spring, where the family got drinking water...Along the shallow banks rooted.
"She has explored the woods behind the house many times. Today she made her own path, bouncing this way and that way...She found in addition to various common but pretty ferns and leaves, an armful of strange blue flowers...and a sweet suds bush...'"
"...Myop began to circle back to the house...It was then she stepped smack into his eyes. He had been a tall man...The buckles of the overall had turned green..."
"Myop gazed around the spot with interest...Very near where she'd stepped into the head was a wild pink rose. As she picket it to add to her bundle...It was the rotted remains of a noose...frayed rotted bleachede, and frazzled..."