Who will throw my ball? asked the big black lab
Not I, said Grandma the pig.
Not I, said Jessie the silly goose.
Then I will get my ball rolling by myself, said the big black lab.
And he did.
The big black lab picked stood over his ball waiting for grandma to throw it.
And who will toss my ball up the hill? asked the big black lab.
Not I, said Grandma the pig.
Not I, said Jessie the silly goose.
Then I will carry it myself and get it rolling said the big black lab.
And he did.
Again and again and again.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
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