Jacob sat down on the gray weathered wood porch step, and with his big toe, he drew in the red clay dust of the road in front of the old shack. The hot summer breeze blew around him, also bending the tall grasses across the field. Behind him a soft voice from the screen door asked "Ya going up to the kitchen house?"
Jacob turned to his little sister Sally. "Yes" he said.
"Will you sneak me one dem biscuits?"
"You know I would get in trouble, Sally."
Sally twisted her braid, "But I am so hungry."
"Okay, I will try."
Jacob stood and slowly made his way up the path to the kitchen house....