Woodpile Man
Take Me With You 01/23/2010
“Where’s Daddy?” Amanda asked. “Daddy took Buster out for a walk,” Mommy said. “Really? Where’d they go?” “Just for a walk. Down to the brook I guess.” “To the brook? Without me?” “You were sleeping honey.”  “Do you think he went all the way to the brook?” “He probably did. Buster acted like he wanted to go for a long walk.” “Last week Daddy went for a walk all the way to the brook.” “Really?” Mommy asked. “Uh huh. And there was an opossum hanging in a tree with a baby opossum on her back.”  “There was?” “Uh huh. And Daddy took his shoes off and walked in the brook and a crayfish bit him.”  “It did?” “Uh huh. Daddy pulled the crayfish off his foot and said, ‘Don’t bite me!’ Then he put the crayfish back in the brook and it disappeared in one second.” “Where did it go?” “It went under a rock, and it looked out with its eyes.”  “I never saw anything like that. It must have been fun.” “It was fun. I know it was. Because Daddy took me with him that time.”  Comments08/26/2010 21:59
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