Boys and Girls by ALice Munro

This is a shorter version of the story boys and girls by Alice munro. My father was a fox farmer and I was his assistant even though my mother thought I should be in the kitchen with her making jam and cooking and cleaning. I hated being in the kitchen or cooped up in the house and I felt I had more to offer my father than my younger brother, even though I was a girl. The foxes lived in an ingenious habitat that my father created for them. He fitted a tin drum on a wheelbarrow for bringing water down to the pens. This was my job in the summer when the foxes had to have water twice a day. The foxes also had to be fed a lot and for me, my father would buy old horses and kill them. The horses would stand their placidly eating grass never knowing that they were about to be slaughtered. They were usually old horses, but I still felt bad all the same. The last horse Mac father had shot had provided enough meat so that when another horse became available, we didn't have to kill it right away. I still remember Mac, diligently licking the grains out of my brother's hand before he was shot and I didn't want that to happen to another horse. The day came, though, when the new black horse had to be killed too, my father and uncle had gone out back to shoot it when it took off running. The yelled shut the gate and I ran, but I was negligent and the horse raced through the gate. I knew that they would catch the horse, but I couldn't help but it's killing. Diet dinner, my brother told on me, he said that I could have shut the gate, but I didn't. I sat waiting for my father's reproach, but it didn't come. I started crying in his reply with never mind. She's just a girl.