Look what my little brother did most of the day:
So what are you saying? Mom got me this new bed so I’m supposed to sleep in it.
Why not? Look at how beautiful my furs look against the sparkly blue. It makes my gingerness look gorgeous.
The only reason you are in that bed is ‘cuz you stayed out in the back yard too long last night and Mom got mad at you. And then you got really tired.
I told her I was busy counting the flowers. Look at all I found.
There was this pretty vine by the honeysuckle.
Look at that. It’s red.
And look what was growing on the honeysuckle. Isn’t it pretty? It would be fun to bat around on the sidewalk.
And it’s red.
Then here’s some grrrrrrrrrrrrraniums.
Once again, they are red.
Then there’s this pretty flower I found by one of my hidey places.
Amazing. It’s red.
And then I found this one also by my hidey place.
Hey………..it’s not red. How did you manage to find that one? So, what was your excuse to Mom for staying out so late.
I told you. I told her I was counting flowers.
Only the red ones?
They were easier to see in the dark. I really had to strain my eyes to count that black piece of tuna.
Steinbeck, I don’t appreciate you staying out late ‘cuz Mom gets worried and then both of us have to stay inside.
But I wanted to count flowers………………