It was time to dig for trout!
But where was it???
That was the problem, Smokey forgot where it was buried. Daisy couldn't find it either. So, the Mayor and I were digging, sand was flying so much that it knocked Boomer down from the tree. Soon he was digging. Daisy wasn't digging though, there was no way she was getting her paws dirty and Smokey just looked to bewilderedly bewildered to really help. Finally, Boomer yowled out, "Me gots it!!!"
boomer bee street wise...( him spended hiz furst yeer oh life livin out ther ) .....itz noe wunder him finded it !!! hope everee one haza pound oh perch week oh end !!
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