Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Come Play with Me?

The publicist was walking by the buck pen and she heard an earsplitting MAAAAAAAAAA!
She looked over and she didn't see anything unusual.
She just saw this

Little Brewster running towards the gate.

What was his problem she thought.
He looked fine as he continued to run to her.

Luke was not bothering him.
He had plenty to eat.
His water bucket had not been tipped over.
It was not raining or snowing.

What could little Brewster want?
He jumped up on the fence and looked at her.

Come play with me!
That is what he wanted.
And she did.


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