Yes, folks. This is what I'm doing with my Penn education.
We spent an afternoon at a neighboring farm spreading compost from his oxen (enormous creatures! not at all what Oregon Trail prepared me for. these would never drown in a river) in exchange for all the blueberries we can eat come this summer.
When I was little My mom had my sister and I go to the neighborer pasture and collect dried horse manure. My sister thinks it's the worst thing our mother ever made us do. I don't know what the problem was, we had gloves.
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