Falling

The temperature kept falling. I brought the dogs in, fed the iron stove, and sat in the big chair, pulling two woolen blankets over me.  I thought of the pony and llamas in the barn.  They must be freezing. I cleared  furniture out of the way, and brought them indoors.  Pretty soon, I had the chickens inside, along with the turkeys, two cats, and the boar.  It was crowded and smelly, so I stepped outside for moment and the door clicked fast behind me.  I could see them through the window, snorting and huffing and helping themselves to the pantry.

[Published at 100 Word Stories, 8/7/2011]