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Ingredients: The Taylor family moved to the Portage la Prairie rural area in the year 1968. As with any move, there was excitement in seeing what the acreage would provide for family fun as the property had been deserted for some time. The anticipation mounted as they approached from the east and made the right turn onto their new homestead. What they saw of course was the typical farm buildings that dotted the clearing, a house, a few granaries, a garage, pile of split wood, a barn, an old bale stack, etc. Anxious to see what adventures await them, Pat scurried out of the vehicle and investigated all the crevices and corners of the farm. Pat knew that whatever he found on the farm his younger sisters would be interested. However, being the middle child he would be elated if he could find something his older siblings would be interested in - his objective would be to look everywhere! Pat had completed his search and chooses to call his youngest sister. Faye being the youngest of course was thrilled that someone would even consider her important enough to take a look at anything. She was beside herself to get to Pat quick enough before he changed his mind, barely able to keep herself ahead of her scrambling feet. She heard his voice from the west side of the property, she was sure it was by the abandoned bale stack or willows. In her small 5 year old voice you could hear the curiosity, “Pat, I wanna see! I wanna see! Are you hiding, I can’t find you?” Again she called, “Paaat?” At the same instance she was about to call him the third time, whizzing by her head were small white pellets, than the aim became much more accurate and he was reaching his target with every throw, one after the other relentlessly until the ammunition was depleted. The high pitched screams of her youngest child interrupted Doreen from her more important chore of setting up of her new home to see what had happened. Being an abandoned yard her imagination quickly starting thinking what horrible accident could have come upon Faye. Prepared as any mother would be to run quickly for their child to cradle them and try to comfort them. However, Doreen did run quickly to Faye until the stench stopped her cold in her tracks. You see Pat had found the cache any brother would be proud to discover; in the depths of the hay stack were many abandoned eggs left by hens that must roosted there some time ago. Doreen mentally geared herself for the task she saw before her and turned on the garden hose with the ice cold well water blasting a steady stream onto her child to clean her off. Some time passed by before Faye was even allowed into the house. Now that’s a whole new “Taylor” spin on “who’s the rotten egg!”
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