"Ma!" yelled Freddy as he ran over to the kitchen counter.   "Are we having pie for dinner?"  

"No we aren't and young man, don't be putting your finger in that pie!"  

Freddy stood with his nose barely three inches from the warm apple pie.   He looked at the counter top and counted.  

"Four?   You made four pies?"  

"Yes," said his mother.   Two apple and two cherry.   They are for the sheep shearer's dinner tomorrow and I don't want to see any pieces missing!"  

Freddy looked at his father.   Pa shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "listen to your mother."  

"You can have all the pie you want tomorrow," his mother laughed.   "Right now, take off those wet coats and sit down.   I have roast beef sandwiches for you two."  

Freddy and Pa sat down at the kitchen table.   Ma filled their glasses with cold milk and sat their sandwiches in front of them.  

Freddy could hardly keep his mind on what he was eating.   He kept looking at the pies and wishing he could have a nice big slice while they were warm.  

Which kind would he have?   He thought and thought and then decided...he'd have a slice of each one!