LABOUR DAY PICNIC
written by Debbie Williamson
“Fawn,” said Spot, shaking her friend, who was sound asleep. “Come on. Wake up. We’re having a picnic today.”
“What?” asked Fawn, groggily. “What are you talking about?”
“We’re having a picnic today,” said Spot. “It’s Labour Day and the Hansen’s are taking us on a picnic.”
Fawn woke up, showered, dressed and came out into the kitchen where Spot was putting some baked goods into a picnic basket.
“So what is Labour Day?” asked Fawn.
“Well,” said Spot. “Labour Day is a holiday that falls on the first Monday of September.”
“Oh,” said Fawn. “Well, I like holidays, but why exactly is there a holiday called Labour Day?”
“That is a good question,” said Spot. “Labour Day is a celebration of the eight hour workday.”
“Oh,” said Fawn. “So, in other words, it really has nothing to do with us because we don’t work. However, we just get to reap the benefits of a free holiday.”
“Yes,” said Spot. “That is pretty much the way it is.”
“Okay,” said Fawn, taking the picnic basket from Spot. “Let’s go for our Labour Day picnic.”
Fawn and Spot enjoyed themselves with the Hansen’s on their Labour Day picnic. It was a very sunny and warm afternoon. Fawn went swimming and he even got to do a little fishing too. Spot and the Hansen’s had an enormous amount of food prepared. It was just an all around good family outing.
“Well,” said Spot, later that evening, when the Hansen’s had dropped them off at the barn. “Did you have fun today?”
“Yes,” said Fawn. “I did. However, now I know what an eight hour work day feels like.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Spot.
“Well I pretty much just spent the last eight hours eating everything in sight and now I’m exhausted,” laughed Fawn.