This morning, my father and grandmother took me to collect beans. Soon they arrived in the field. The leaves of the beans were yellow. Some of the beans were very good, some were too small. Grandma said: I'll collect the beans with your father. You can pick the beans in the field, I said. OK, we'll finish the collection soon. We'll sun the beans on the side of the road. It's already noon. We'll go home. Grandma and dad both boast that I can work. I'm so happy.