Frank delivered the material for the bunny pen the next day. He looked at the shack and thought to himself, the rabbit pen will be in better shape than the house. He knocked on the door and was startled to see a woman without legs in a wheelchair opening the door.
"Hello!" Frank said loudly to Edie in her face.
"Another one that thinks because I don't have legs, I can't hear or see," Edie thought disgustedly.
"Where do you want your order, Mrs.?"
"Put it in the backyard. Go to the left."
After Frank put the material in the yard, he came around front and knocked on the door.
Edie came with the money promptly and handed it to him. "Thank you, sir."
"Ma'am, excuse me for asking, but who is going to build that pen?"
"I am," Edie answered, straightening herself as tall as she could sitting in her chair.
"You are?" Frank asked loudly. "How?"
"None of your business." And Edie slammed the door. "Nosy s.o.b. He's got his nerve. Who does he think he is? I'll show him."
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