Joey became G.I. Joe and was so excited. Sad
to disappoint him, but doing what a mother has to
do, I couldn't encourage the marker all over him.
His face and hands say it all.
Our dear Maria, the neighbor, came over to play.
Joey ran inside to tell me that there was a dead worm under his swing.
When I went out to look closer, it was a snake. Joey examined it
and determined the dogs had killed it by the teeth marks on it.
(. . . my little detective. ..)
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