Sarah's Garden

"This is my garden, now," explained Sarah, gesturing expansively at the tiny fenced area. "Mommy said so," she continued, pointing back towards the ivy-covered house set back across the pasture, in a stand of trees.

Gus, her equally-young companion, shrugged, hands still in the pockets of his overalls. "It's not very big. My yard is bigger." He kicked idly at one of the fresh wooden fenceposts with a mud-crusted boot.

"Well, your yard, is just a yard," Sarah flopped down to sit on the grass, her frilled black dress ballooning before she batted it down with annoyance.

"So?" Gus squinted at her.

"So, my garden goes deep into the ground. And way up into the sky!" She threw her arms skyward, emphatically. "If it were night time, and we could see the stars, all the stars above here would be mine, too. I am queen of this rectangle. And mommy is a wizard so if she says it, it's true."

"You're weird." Gus looked up at the sky. "Also, stars move."

"Ugh!" Sarah rolled her eyes. "You're no fun, Gus."