"He even sent us some songs," Kellie exclaimed. "Look at this! These are great songs. You could totally sing these."I looked at it. But I couldn't for...the life figure out how it would sound. Unless I could convince someone to sing it for me, there would be no way for me to tell what they would sound like."You would have to sing it first," I said. "And I'm sure your version would be much better than mine. So why don't you sing them?"Kellie was silent."If we get someone to demo them would you try. I think you will like it."He stepped further down the table where there were loaves of bread. "These were the hardest parts, mostly because I didn't have time for them to leaven properly using anything but rapid yeast."He put his hand on the largest loaf, an elongated oval. "This was a pile of wheat down on the railroad siding this morning," he explained. "There is enough grain in seven rail cars to feed the town for months, and it has been completely overlooked because nobody thought to check. "Hi, is there something I can help you with?" Jeff asked as he stepped up to the closest man. The man looked like he had been overworked, the fatigue showing on his ruddy face. He could have been 30, but he looked to be closer to 40."We were told you were smuggling women on here," the uniformed man informed him."Ah, I see. Where is the officer in charge?" Jeff asked as he looked over the personnel from the cutter. When the man wearily pointed to his commander onboard the cutter, Jeff quickly. Yet Aroha was merely pretty, if quiet, which was why Mum and Dad had agreed to let her stay in the bach, although she had to get the train down on the Sunday."What are you staring at?" Tracey's comment interrupted his train of thoughts."Looks like a word, green, thin, grows in lawns ... grass. Yep, a grass," Gavin retorted."Mum! Gavin's staring at my boobs!" Tracey yelled giving him a wicked smirk."What boobs? And no I wasn't!" Gavin hit back."Were!" Wasn't"It went downhill from there until Dad.