Summer in the countryside.

Although I was not such a gentle girl, I still remember my summer vacations at my grandmother's in the real countryside. 
Rather, I was a very active and inquisitive boy, and I certainly did not faint at the sight of roosters and chickens. I felt at home in the barnyard. The only thing I was intensely afraid of was the neighbor's pigs. They were so big and ferocious. They screamed and squealed so loudly that everyone was afraid of them, including the owners.
So I don't make fun of that poor girl. I love her and even feel sorry for her. After all, girls and boys have it all worked out the other way around in their heads. And then, they are so beautiful, even when they are afraid of something.
Action. Who bought two of my paintings, get the third as a gift. The gift, as a rule, I choose myself. But there may be exceptions to the rules).