Midge
was sitting on the porch enjoying the warm weather. The flowers were
blooming and air was filled with the sweet smell of the roses along
the house. Booker-T entered the yard and sat down on the porch with
Midge.
“What
are you doing?” asked Booker-T.
“I'm
just sitting here,” said Midge.
“Why?”
asked Booker-T.
“I just
love the warm weather,” said Midge. “Don't you like it when it
is warm?”
“I
do too,” agreed Booker-T. "I think it is better then the cold. My
owner always wants me to wear socks on my feet to keep them warm. I
don't like socks on my feet.”
“I
like the socks okay,” said Midge. “But they make your feet feel
colder when they get wet.”
“I
guess they do,” said Booker-T. “My feet feel funny with them
on.”
“Did
you see the pretty flowers in the back yard?” asked Midge. “Come
on and I will show you.”
Booker-T
followed Midge to the back yard where they stood near the tree
looking at all the new flowers her owner planted around the big shade
tree.
“Hey
you!” said a voice.
Midge
stood there looking around the yard and didn't see anyone.
“Did
you hear that?” asked Midge.
“I
heard the voice,” said Booker-T. “But I don't see anyone, do
you?”
“No,”
said Midge, shaking her head. “Do you think there are ghosts in the back
yard?”
“I
don't know,” said Booker-T. "Maybe you do have a ghost in your back yard."