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Thanks for your patience with me. Feeling much better. Back to work.

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“It won’t hurt to rest my poor old eyes, ” Jocko said, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll hear them if anything goes wrong.”

Jocko heard a  child’s yelling. Then another and another.  They were happy sounds. . .  the boys were chasing each other around playing. All was well in his world. He closed his eyes and laid his head down on the sand.

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Albert cocked his head to the side.

His ear lifted up. He listened to the sound.

Albert’s left eye opened a little. He watched  a tiny animal creep closer.

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“Thankful’s my name. Singing praises is my game,”

said Dainty Daisy as she spread her own special

dose of  Thansksgiving Day cheer.

“How can I be thankful,” whined Petula Pendergraff, “My Dad is sick. “

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Salty ambled down Trustworthy Lane. He peeked at the writing on the wall.  He noticed 6 pillars. What is this all about? he wondered.

 “Hey new boy. Follow me,” said a girl. “I’m Gema.”

 “What are all those signs and stuff on the wall?” asked Salty

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 MONSTERS! ORGES! PARTY! is what Cassidy read on the poster her mom had just stapled to the telephone post. She shook her bow and moaned.

“All the things that I dislike the most,” whimpered Cassidy. “What am I going to do now?”

“Do what any good ghost would do! Join the party,” replied Izzy, her older sister.

ZuZu dunked her head down under the water with only her eyes showing. All the noise in the grasslands had scared her.

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“Stand still,” ordered Isabella, raising her net above her shoulder.  “Don’t move a muscle. There’s a snake loose in here. ”   

Gasps filled the room. All at once everyone jumped up and ran from the room. All except one little child.

“Aren’t you scared?” asked Isabella.

“Nope,” replied the girl. “I like snakes.

Daylo shook her striped head and snorted, calling for her family.  Wher was Mama, her baby sister Deliah and all the other zebras?

Where was Johnny, her keeper? He’d know what was happening.

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“You’re a snowman,” began Dallas. “Snowman don’t want to fly.”

“I do,”  Elliot said, smiling. “I’ve always wanted to fly. I want to feel the wind rushing through my head. I want to feel feel a breeze brush my cheeks.”

“Rickshaw Jones!” bellowed the Boston Terrier’s owner, Maisie. ” Where are you?”

She could call for Rickshaw Jones all night long and Rickshaw Jones wouldn’t come running back.  He was gone . . . long gone.