The Lotto app did a magic sound and told me congratulations you have won! A bonus ticket!
"Dad you won Lotto again" I yelled.
Dad grumbled "Not again!".
"You have got to stop winning bonus tickets. Or you'll never finish the game".
Dad just went back to the computer where he was downloading the latest old records on You-tube. He was up to record 4875902 Dot label circa 1954.
"Look at this, uploaded just this morning! Only three views."
I pretended to be interested, and then announced I better check on Slowy. She might have finished the front berm grass by now. Then she can get onto the hedges. I needed to train her to chew them straight and flat, so they don't end up looking like corncobs. It's buxus after all and has to be a nice, even, lego brick shape. If she could do that, we could make more money trimming hedges than lawnmowing, in fancier suburbs too.
I went outside and there was Slowy the donkey still chewing away. But man, she was slow! She had only done half, and was looking distracted by the butterflies.
"Come on Slowy, time's a ticking! Those bills won't pay themselves you know!" Slowy just looked at me blankly and then smiled at me as if to say me going bankrupt was never going to bother her. After all it wasn't her place. She was just the hired help.
I sighed. Being the breadwinner wasn't a piece of cake after all.
