Who will –

take out the trash?

"Not I," said the sixth grader.

"Not I," said the first grader.

Not even a groan from the eighth grader still asleep in his bed.

"I've got to pack," said their dad on his way to California.

"Fine. I will do it," said the mother pulling on layers to venture into the frigid cold that kept the kids home from school yet an extra day!


And so she did.

She rolled
the can
out to
the lane's end
and took
in the view.



"Who will walk the dog?"

"Not I," said the first grader.
"Not I," said the eighth grader stretching awake.
"I did it yesterday," said the sixth grader.
"I've got to check my emails," said their dad preparing for his week-long trip.

"Fine. I will do it," said the mother opening Moose's kennel and setting off to stretch.




And so she did.

Moose
roamed
the
meadows.

She
tramped
along
behind...







taking
in
the
views.





As they returned inside, the phone rang. "Who will go to Grandma's?"

"I will!" said the eighth grader.
"I will!" said the sixth grader.
"I will! I will!" shouted the first grader.
"You can take them on your way to the airport," said the mother. "And I will pick them up this afternoon."
"Fine! I will do that!" said their dad kissing their mother good-bye. "See you next week."

And so they did – each enjoying his/her own view.

Snip. Snap. Snout. This tale is told out – Norwegian style!