You know how much I like playing with balls. Well… the other evening when I was out in my yard, I found me a really cool new ball.
I was having a really great time running around and rolling it around when Mom came out to see what I was up to. Ya see… all of my regular balls were still in the outdoor ball basket so she knew something was up.
What's ya got there Ranger?
|Yo.. Mom, isn't this a cool hardball?|
It rolls really good too.
|Dis is a close-up of my new ball.|
Unfortunately, Mom (aka "da pawty pooper") took my new ball away and put it on the other side of the fence.
|Dar it is on the other side of my fence.|
Is that fair?
I mean… I found it, not her.
Mom consulted with Aunty D and she said dat my hardball is a Box Turtle.
I watched it for a long time
(like 87 zillion hours) and you'll never guess what happened…..
|…. a little head pop'd out of my ball. |
Arrrrrrrroooooo…it was sooooooooo pawsome.
|Then my new ball ('Boxy') waddled away.|
Pees. Mom said she was glad I hadn't found me a snake (whatever dat is). Apparently Mom is a scaredy-cat when it comes to snakes.