boy-filled

Updated: October 11, 2025

The noise we make as the lights flash on, as the big door rolls back, and we come to our nightly standstill inside the boy-filled barn! They drag me from the wheel puppy yanking at my trouser leg; they pounce upon my bundles; they hustle me toward the house, where, in the lighted doorway more welcome waits me and questions, batteries of them, even puppy joining the attack!

Dallas Lore Sharp - The Hills of Hingham