Prompt: Use as many of the words in the following list in your freewrite today as you can. Any form of the word will do. Read through them first in case you have to grab a dictionary before you start.

cellar, bite, snow, twilight, illusion, offering, raspberries, cream, tagged, barn, codswallop: codswallop (KODZ-wol-uhp) noun Nonsense. [Of unknown origin. According to a popular story, a fellow named Hiram Codd came up with the design of a soft-drink bottle with a marble in its neck to keep the fizz. Wallop was slang for beer and those who preferred alcohalic drinks dismissively referred to the soft-drink as Codd's Wallop. This story is unproven.]

I'm sitting in a haybarn watching a cow who will soon be giving birth to twin calves. Her ear is tagged, a yellow circle stamped with a number by which she is identified by everyone but me. I call her Snow. She is more white than any cow I've ever seen. (I've not seen many.) Just a few black flecks here and there. Like chocolate chips.

She keeps trying to bite the wood of the barn. I guess cow cravings are a bit different than human mother-to-be cravings. Still, I want to go down to the cellar and find her an apple, but don't you know the second I take my eyes off of her she'll go into throes of labor and die before I can call for help.

"Codswallop!" I hear my uncle mutter under his breath. He doesn't believe that this farm is out to get me. He can't understand that I've been living in a bad episode of The Twilight Zone since I arrived.

I had been so eager when my mother told me that I would finally get to visit her Swiss family for the summer. I had visions of Heidi, with her toasted bread and cheese, perhaps some raspberries and clotted cream for dessert because my mother would go on and on about the raspberries of her childhood. I could picture neat little cottages tucked in the sides of mountains, and narrow dirt trails that snaked down the sides to the valley where the town offered up all the necessities that one needed to survive in the hills.

Wow, were my illusions shattered. My goodness me. My mother drove away while the disappointment was still registering and I didn't have the wit to run after her. Turned out my aunt was bedfast and my uncle was grateful for the free slave labor. That is until slave labor started creating more work than she actually did. Mind you, this was not my intent. I really wanted them to like me. I'm not afraid of work and I love new experiences. Not to mention I had a month's worth of visit left and I really had no intention of completely wearing out my welcome in a matter of days. Yet it seemed everything I touched dissolved into disaster, and no amount of penance or peace offerings would make them believe that I wasn't a teenager hell-bent on destroying them out of spite. Spite for what I don't know.