Ouch!’ Laurie yelped and sucked her finger.
‘Wuzz! That don’t hurt,’ said her sister Louisa.
‘Yea? You try stabbing your pinky on a vicious thorn bush.’
‘Well, it serves you, don’t it. Wool-gathering while gathering wool.’
For those not country-bred, when the weather warms before the sheep are shorn, to relieve the heat and the itch, the sheep will rub up against anything rough. In days of yore the local children collected those tiny tassels of wool, gather enough and it might earn them some money.
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: 36 words.