The Neighborhood Bully

“Hey Jake!” called Midge and Booker-T as they came through the gate to the front yard.

“Hi you two,” greeted Jake. “What are you doing this morning? I didn't think you would be here til later.”

“We are ready to do something with this bully across the street from me,” said Midge. “The sooner the better.”

“What are we going to do?” asked Jake. “We don't know if what we did yesterday worked yet.”

Booker-T has an Idea

Booker-T sat on the swing for what seemed like a long time thinking. He kept staring at the sky trying to find a solution to the boy's bullying. Suddenly he jumped up and smiled. “I think I might have an idea.”

“I hope so Booker-T,” said Midge. “You sure sat there thinking a long time.”

“I know,” said Booker-T. “But this is tough problem to solve. We are only animals and this won't be too easy to solve since we can't talk to the bully.”

“We have to do something,” said Snappy. “I want my home at the pond to be safe.”

Snappy Comes to See Jake

“Hey Jake!” said Snappy as he approached the steps to the porch.

“Hey Snappy,” said Jake. “What are you doing all the way over here? You don't usually leave the park or go too far from your little pond. Is everything okay?”

“No, it is not good today,” said Snappy.

“What happened?” asked Jake.

Susie Worries About Booker-T

“Hi Jake,” said Susie as she pranced up the steps to the front porch at Jake's.

“Hi Susie,” answered Jake. “What are you doing this morning? You don't usually come here by yourself in the mornings.”

“I know,” said Susie. “I wanted to know if you have seen Booker-T today?”

“No, not today,” said Jake. “He was here yesterday afternoon for a little while, but he left here to go back home. You haven't seen him?”

“No,” said Susie. “I saw him yesterday morning before he came over here, but not since that time. I went to the house, but he wasn't outside.”

The Go-Carts

“Wow Jake,” said Midge. “Look at all the pretty go-carts. Don't you think they look nice?”

“For a go-cart, I guess they are nice,” said Jake.

“They are different,” said Booker-T. “What do they do with them?”

“They race them,” said Midge.

“Who races them?” asked Booker-T. “I've never seen a go-cart race before.”

“The kids race these,” said Midge. “The kids have to make them with the help of their dads and probably sometimes, their moms.”