Sally Macdonald was a pretty little girl. Small for her age. Most of the other 8 year old's in her class were inches taller than her. However, while she was small, she was also quite grown up for an 8 year old. She'd been helping out her parent's on the farm ever since she could walk, and they allowed her more freedom than most town children could ever hope for. Sally climbed over the gate and skipped up the dirt track, looking a picture. Her simple cotton dress was cut midway between her bouncy little bum and her cute little knees, as she skipped, it lifted to show off her plain white knickers. Her long auburn hair floated around her shoulders, framing her sweet elfin face.

Halfway up the track she stopped and climbed onto the fence. "Flash. Flaaash!" she called. Across the paddock her pony pricked up his ears and looked around. Seeing his mistress, Flash trotted over and neighed a welcome. He nuzzled up against Sally, sniffing her hands. "No Flash, sorry." she laughed. "I've just come from school, I haven't got any sugar. Anyway, too much sugar is bad for you." Sally rubbed Flash between the ears and he drew back his lips with pleasure, almost smiling at the little girl. "I can't stop, it's tea time." Sally jumped back down onto the track and ran the rest of the way home.

"Mum I'm home!"
"I'm in the kitchen" replied Mary Macdonald. Mary was busy preparing tea, chopping potatoes on the old oak table. She was casually dressed in jeans and a man's denim shirt. On her it looked like designer gear. Mary was born and bred on a farm, and looked it. Her body, while slim and svelte, had the look of someone who could take care of herself. At 29, she appeared to be about five years younger. The outdoor life suited her. Mary looked up as Sally bundled into the kitchen. She smiled, that daughter of hers had enough energy for three little girls! "Did you have a good day at school, pet?"
"Oh yes! Miss Reynolds had me read out my poem. Then we went into the school field to draw the trees. Then......." Sally recounted all of her day's highlights with her usual enthusiasm.
"It sounds like you've had a busy day. Now wash your hands, tea's almost ready. It's burger and chips."
"Great!"
As Sally washed her hands in the large ceramic sink, the back door opened and Phil Macdonald walked in, Timmy close at heel. "Hi Mary. Sally."
"You're just in time for tea."
"Good, I'm starving."
Phil went over to wash his hands, and splashed Sally. She giggled and splashed him back. Timmy, seeing there was fun to be had, barked, and jumped up at Sally. "Come on you two. I don't want the place soaking just yet. Sit down, it's teatime!"

The Macdonald family all sat around the kitchen table, chatting amiably. Each of them secretly slipping Timmy little pieces of their burgers. Timmy roamed from person to person, pressing his nose to their legs, begging for more. Timmy was a collie dog, and named after the canine member of the Famous Five. Mary had been an avid Enid Blyton reader as a child and Sally was following the tradition.

After they had eaten, Sally helped with the washing up and then went up to her bedroom to do her homework. All she had to do today was read a chapter from Charlotte's Web, so she lay on her bed and started to read. After a while, Sally's eyes grew heavy, and she dropped off into a doze, the book laying open on her flat little chest.

Sally lay dreaming. It was a strange dream. A faceless, but undoubtedly handsome, prince, was kissing her. Trying to wake her up. Sally, at an unconscious level, could feel a wonderful itching between her legs. Slowly, Sally surfaced from her slumber. The strange feelings were still washing over her crotch. Stretching, Sally looked down her body. "Timmy! What are you doing there?" The collie had it's head resting on one of Sally's legs, and was licking her inner thigh with his long, wet, tongue. Sally sat up in shock and pushed Timmy's head away from her tingling crotch......(cont)