Winter Cold is Coming

 

Midge and Booker-T walked to Jake's house. When they entered the yard through the gate, they saw Jake and Lucy sitting on the porch swing.

“Hi guys,” greeted Midge. “What are you doing?”

“Hi Midge, Hi Booker-T,” said Jake. “We are talking about what we can do today.”

“Do you have any ideas?” asked Booker-T.

“We don't know,” said Lucy. “Do you guys have any ideas?”

“Winter is here now,” said Midge. “Soon we will have snow and we can ride the sled on the hill again.”

“Do you like Winter?” asked Lucy.

Sleepy Head

Midge woke up and stretched and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked around and her owner was no longer in the bed. She jumped down and ran into the living room and jumped into the chair near Snappy's tank.

“Hi Snappy!” said Midge. “Did our owner go to work?”

“Yes,” said Snappy. “She gave me some food and I saw her go to the car and drive away. Were you sleeping?”

“I didn't hear her get up,” said Midge. “I was real tired last night.”

What Kind of Bird is That

 

Midge and Booker-T strolled along the sidewalk on their way to Jake's house. At the corner when they started to turn the corner, they saw a strange looking bird standing in the back yard of the corner house.

“Look over there, Midge,” said Booker-T as he stopped to stare at the bird. “What kind of bird is that?”

“Where?” asked Midge looking around the sky.

“Over there in that yard,” said Booker-T. “I never saw a bird like that.”

“Is he wearing a hat?” asked Midge as she started to walk across the street toward the bird.

I Had a Dream

 

Midge ran outside and out the front yard gate, down the sidewalk to Booker-T's house. She ran though his gate and ran around to the back of his house. At the corner of the house, Booker-T was running to the front of the house and they ran into each other as they turned the corner. Booker-T fell backward and sat there staring at Midge.

“Hi Midge,” said Booker-T. “I didn't know you were coming.”

“I didn't either,” said Midge. “I had a dream that you were sick. Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” said Booker-T. “Or I was until you hit me in the head with your head.”

“Oh,” sighed Midge. “I am sorry I hit you in the head.”