curiosity only grew when the reason for the wooden pen arrived.
“willy! willy boy, get out of here!” bill yelled as i barked at his heels. the creature twisted and squawked. bill almost lost his balance.
i stopped in my tracks. bill sounded angry. i was sure he was just frustrated. i leaped over the fence and walked half way up the hill to the house.
when the animal settled down, bill left it and went up to the house for the supper that betty had made. he told me to be good when he passed me.
i went up to the pen. i was quiet and let my nose do all the work. 