When I was first learning to read, Frog and Toad Together was one of my favorites. This isn’t that. Not at all. One of the puppies started barking like crazy yesterday, and since they don’t go outside without me, I took a look, appalled, and curious at finding a small snake trying to eat a big toad. Now, part of me is all for letting wild America be wild America, but if I ever had my head stuck down anyone’s throat, I would hope that someone would get a stick and help me out. Oh, that snake was mad when I did just that, but the toad was oh so thankful. The snake can go eat baby chipmunks. We’ve got too many of them, and not enough toads.
The fair was good last night, and Guy and I watched two crash-up derbies before wandering off with our cotton candy to scope out the game prizes and a few of the livestock barns. We’ll go back at least once more, I think.
Also, I posted the wrong cover yesterday. The actual cover has Rachel’s hair the proper red. Sorry!
Tomorrow I’ll have something kind of cool for you, so come back and see!