MLMM Saturday Mix – Homophones

It was a hot, steamy afternoon, and the hay bales needed to be taken in since a rain storm was on the way.  The team of draught horses were sweating fiercely and the farmer pushed them to finish the job.  

“I wish the good lord would find a way to favor us with a cool draft here in the field”, the farmer pleaded.  “If we don’t get the hay in on time, we’ll be fined by the master.”