Letting You Leave?

"Honestly, if it weren't for you, we really wouldn't know how to deal with all this hay." At Kent Farm, Jonathan rubbed his lower back and smiled at Chloe and Little Black Pete, who had come from their family farm. "Please stay for lunch later." Martha wiped the sweat from her forehead and handed Chloe and Pete clean towels. "Hmph, that brat Clark never thinks to come help me." Jonathan shook his head with a wry smile, his gaze falling on the mountain of hay.