“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.
“What are
you two doing?” asked Jake as he entered the yard.
“Midge is
tracking someone she don't know,” laughed Booker-T.
“Why?”
asked Jake.
“I don't
know,” said Booker-T.
“Have you
been watching TV again?” asked Jake.
“He was a
really smart dog,” said Midge. “I want to be like him.”
“We are all
smart dogs, don't you think?” asked Jake.
“And I'm a
smart cat,” added Booker-T.
“Yes,”
said Midge. “I think we are all smart and I think I can be like
that smart dog on TV. I'm practicing.”
“Practicing
what?” asked Jake.
“The smart
dog was a tracking dog,” said Midge. “If someone was lost, the
dog went out and found the person.”
“How?”
asked Booker-T.
“The man
showed the dog a piece of clothes of the person and that dog ran out
there and looked for the person,” said Midge. “He was so smart
and I think I can do it too.”
“Who are
you going to track?” asked Jake.
“I could
track my owner,” suggested Midge.
“But she
isn't lost,” said Jake.
“Can you
track animals like people?” asked Booker-T. “I could run and
hide and you can try to find me.”
“I don't
know if they track animals,” said Midge. “In the show, they were
tracking people.”
“Why do you
want to be a tracking dog?” asked Jake.
“I'm just
as smart as they are,” said Midge. “I want to find people too.”
“I don't
think they will come ask you to track anyone,” smiled Booker-T.
“I guess
they won't,” said Midge.
“What do
you want to do today?” asked Jake.
“I don't
know,” said Midge. “What do you want to do?”
“I don't
know,” said Jake. “How about you Booker-T?”
“I don't
know,” said Booker-T.
“Midge, you
always have fun things you want to do,” said Jake. “What
happened?”
“I did,”
said Midge. “I wanted to be a tracking dog.”
“Lets go to
the playground,” said Jake.
“Okay,”
agreed Midge. “I want to ride the merry-go-round again.”
“You fell
off last time,” said Booker-T.
“I guess
we spent more time, running around it to make it go,” said Midge.
“I can try to swing on the swings again.”
“Maybe you
can swing in the baby swing,” said Jake.
“What baby
swing?” asked Midge.
“They put a
new little swing in the park for babies,” said Jake. “You can
jump in it and I will push you.”
“Okay!”
smiled Midge. “Lets go.”
The three
left the yard and walked along the sidewalk, singing “We are going
to the park. We are going to swing on the swings.”
“Where are
you guys going?” asked Gabby as he swooped down and landed on
Jake's head. “Hi Jake.”
“Hey
Gabby,” said Jake. “We are going to the park. Midge wants to
swing on the baby swing.”
“You fell
off the swing last time, Midge,” laughed Gabby. “You are going to
try again?”
“These are
baby swings and she will jump in and won't slide off,” said Jake.
“Do you
want to go swing with us?” asked Booker-T.
“No,”
said Gabby. “I swing all the time on the tree limbs when the wind
is blowing hard. Ill come watch you swing.”
“Okay,”
said Jake.
“Did you see
the signs on some of the trees in town?” asked Gabby.
“No,” said
Midge. “What signs?”
“There is
going to be a fair in town next month,” said Gabby.
“A fair
what?” asked Jake.
“It's called
a fair,” said Gabby. “There will be all kinds of food, and rides
and shows there.”
“Will there
be a dog show?” asked Midge.
“I don't
know,” said Gabby. “Maybe there will be one.”
“Oh no,”
said Jake. “You can't be in the show.”
“But,”
said Midge.
“No,” said
Jake. “Unless your owner enters you, they won't let you in.
Remember what happened the last time you tried to get into the dog
show.”
“I want to
go,” said Midge. “We can have so much fun there.”
“Doing
what?” asked Gabby. “The fair is for people.”
“I'm a
people dog,” said Midge. “Maybe I can wear my little sweater and
walk in on my back legs.”
“I don't
think that will help,” laughed Booker-T.
“Maybe the
fair will be open all around it so we can just walk in,” said Jake.
They ran to
the swings and Midge jumped into the baby swing. “Push me Jake.”
Jake pushed
his nose against the swing and ran really fast and then laid down to
let the swing go. Back and forth it went while Midge sat in the seat.
“Again!”
Jake again
put his nose against the swing and ran fast. When he got the swing
up a little, he let go and quickly laid down and let the swing go.
“Do you want
to try it?” asked Midge as she leaped out of the swing. “I can
try to push you.”
Jake tried to
get into the swing, but he was too big to sit down.
“Stick you
legs through the holes,” suggested Booker-T.
Jake slid
forward and poked two of his legs through the holes. “OH!” said
Jake. “I'm stuck in the holes.”
“Can you
pull your legs out?” asked Gabby.
“No,” said
Jake. “I'm stuck. What am I going to do?”
“Back up,”
said Midge. “Sit on the back of the swing seat and then pull out
the legs.”
“Wait,”
said Jake. “Let me try that.”
Jake sat on
the back of the seat with his front legs stuck in the hole. He
slowly pushed backwards and before he knew it he fell over the back
of the seat and fell to the ground.
“Jake!”
called Midge. “Are you okay?”
“I think I'm
too big for the baby swing,” said Jake as he sat their on the
ground. “Lets go home.”
“Okay Jake,”
said Midge as they started to walk back home.
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