Off to the Fair

“We're going to the fair, we're going to the fair,” sang Midge as she ran to Booker-T's house. “Hey there Booker-T. Are you ready to go?”

“I'm coming Midge,” said Booker-T as he ran around the house to the front yard gate. “You are really excited this morning.”

“We are going to the fair,” said Midge. “I've never been to a fair.”

“Do you think it will be fun?” asked Booker-T.

“There will be lot of things to do,” said Midge. “I hope we can find something to eat there.”

“What do you want to do there?” asked Booker-T.

“I want to ride on the carnival rides,” said Midge. “They are fun.”

Gone Fishing

“Hey Booker-T!” called Midge as she got to the gate at his house. “Are you coming?”

“Hi Midge,” said Booker-T as he ran around the house from the back yard. “What are you

dragging behind you?”

“It's a fishing pole,” said Midge.

“Why do you have a fishing pole?” asked Booker-T. “You can't fish.”

“I can fish,” said Midge. “We will go to the pond at the park and I'll show you I can fish.”

“How are you going to catch a fish?” asked Booker-T.

“I watched the boys fishing the last time we were at the park,” said Midge. “Wouldn't you like a fish to eat?”

“I like fish, but I don't think you can catch one,” said Booker-T. “Dogs don't go fishing.”

“I'll be the first fishing dog,” smiled Midge. “They will put me on the news and I will be famous.”

“How will they know?” asked Booker-T.

The Tracking Dog

“Hey there Midge,” said Booker-T as he entered the yard and joined her on the front porch. “What are you doing?”

“I'm tracking,” said Midge.

“Tracking?” asked Booker-T with a puzzled look. “What is tracking?”

“I'm trying to find someone,” said Midge.

“Who are you trying to find?” asked Booker-T.

“I don't know yet,” said Midge.

“How can you try to find someone if you don't know who they are?” asked Booker-T.

“I'm tracking the person,” replied Midge.

Midge's Adventure

“Hey Booker-T,” smiled Jake as he got to the gate.

“Hi Jake,” said Booker-T. “Are you going to Midge's house?”

“Yes,” said Jake. “Come on, lets go see her and Snappy.”

“Midge isn't home,” said Booker-T. “I saw her getting in the car and go away with her owner.”

“She didn't tell you she was going?” asked Jake.

“No,” said Booker-T. “I saw her going away early this morning.”

“Is this her vet day?” asked Jake. “I forget when it was.”

“I don't think so,” said Booker-T. “Maybe her owner took her to the kennels. Lets go see.”