Seven Plus Six Scoops

The feed tub held seven scoop-marks from dawn.

Afternoon plan: plus six more scoops for the hungry edge of the day.

Seven plus six, said Spike. How many altogether?

Suzy held seven fingers in her mind, then six more: thirteen. Not fourteen because hope scooped imaginary.

They checked: scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop — six new marks. Seven old plus six new = thirteen.

Quails scribbled tiny enthusiasm. Chickens practised orderly queue theatre.

Adventure Cap loved pouring forever. Care said stop at the plan number.

Little Thunder declined chicken pellets with dignity.

Kids: seven blocks plus six blocks. Count the pile once, then check.

Add maths on a farm is a promise you can see in the tub.

Lead tops up without flooding the bay.

Seven + six = thirteen.