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could have a couple of sons like them. He picked up a T-post and put the driver over it and rammed it several times in to the ground. He glanced up and the boys were sitting at the edge of the water watching their bobbers. Frisker sat between them as if he was as interested as they were.
Danny smiled to himself. Too bad he didn’t have his camera with him. He drove several more posts.
The next time Danny glanced their way, he saw Tim walking quickly toward him swinging his arms with an angry look on his face. He stopped to see what had upset Tim. “We used up all our worms that we dug. Every time we threw out our line, your dog jumped in the water and brought the bobber back to us. We can’t catch any fish with him there.”
Before Danny could say anything, Tim continued , “Then we were going to get our liver to use after we ran out of worms, but your dog ate the liver.”
Tim would have cried if he hadn’t been so angry.
“Oh, Tim. I’m so sorry. If you want I’ll lock Frisker in the house so he won’t bother you.”
“No, we’re tired of fishing,” Tim said restoring his usually happy mood. “We just want to play with the kittens and calves for a while.”
“Okay, Tim. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”
Happy now that he had told on Frisker, Tim turned and skipped back to his brother who had been picking up the fishing equipment.
Danny had finished driving in the posts and started rolling out the fence wire to attach to the posts when he heard screaming and then laughing from the boys. The sound seemed to be coming from the back of the hay barn. Frisker ran around the hay barn scooting on his behind yelping and the boys followed laughing and pointing at Frisker.
Danny dropped his post driver and ran toward the boys to find out what happened.
Brad and Tim were laughing so hard that they were bending over every few steps. Though Danny was worried about Frisker, he couldn’t help picking up on the contagious laughter of the boys. Frisker did look funny scooting on his behind. “What happened?” Danny asked trying to hold in his mirth.
“There was this hornet’s nest hanging on a limb up behind the barn,” Brad began between breaths.
Tim’s eyes were big and round. “It was a big one,” he stated holding both hands out forming a circle.
Frisker still whimpered when he came up to Danny, so he reached down and picked him up. He comforted the pup in his arms as the boys continued their story.
“We hid behind the pile of old lumber that you have up there so the hornets couldn’t see us and we threw rocks at the nest to knock it down,” Brad stated bending over to demonstrate their strategy.
“We threw only about five rocks before Brad hit the nest,” Tim bragged.
Brad made an explosive sound with his mouth, “The hornets flew everywhere.” He burst out laughing again. He pointed at Frisker, “That’s when Frisker ran and snapped at the hornets.”
“Yeah,” Tim said laughing too. “One bit him on the rear.” Both boys bent over in another fit of laughter.
“Okay, guys. Are you ready to have a sandwich in the house or do you want me to take you home.”
“Grandma said we had to be home for lunch.”
“I’ll take you home then. Let me know the next time you want to go fishing. We’ll do something really fun.” Danny had in mind that the next time they wanted to fish he would have a little more reinforcement, like Uncle Ted or Aunt Angela.
CHAPTER EIGHT
He woke up Saturday morning to find that during the night Frisker had chewed up one of his tennis shoes. Since it had rained all day on Friday, he had left his muddy shoes on the back porch. Frisker shredded the right shoe and little Bit had crawled in the left shoe sleeping with his little head sticking up and Kibbles lay sprawled on his belly across the toe with his four legs spread eagle sound asleep.
He scolded Frisker and dumped the kittens out of the other shoe. He took the shoes and
Danny smiled to himself. Too bad he didn’t have his camera with him. He drove several more posts.
The next time Danny glanced their way, he saw Tim walking quickly toward him swinging his arms with an angry look on his face. He stopped to see what had upset Tim. “We used up all our worms that we dug. Every time we threw out our line, your dog jumped in the water and brought the bobber back to us. We can’t catch any fish with him there.”
Before Danny could say anything, Tim continued , “Then we were going to get our liver to use after we ran out of worms, but your dog ate the liver.”
Tim would have cried if he hadn’t been so angry.
“Oh, Tim. I’m so sorry. If you want I’ll lock Frisker in the house so he won’t bother you.”
“No, we’re tired of fishing,” Tim said restoring his usually happy mood. “We just want to play with the kittens and calves for a while.”
“Okay, Tim. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”
Happy now that he had told on Frisker, Tim turned and skipped back to his brother who had been picking up the fishing equipment.
Danny had finished driving in the posts and started rolling out the fence wire to attach to the posts when he heard screaming and then laughing from the boys. The sound seemed to be coming from the back of the hay barn. Frisker ran around the hay barn scooting on his behind yelping and the boys followed laughing and pointing at Frisker.
Danny dropped his post driver and ran toward the boys to find out what happened.
Brad and Tim were laughing so hard that they were bending over every few steps. Though Danny was worried about Frisker, he couldn’t help picking up on the contagious laughter of the boys. Frisker did look funny scooting on his behind. “What happened?” Danny asked trying to hold in his mirth.
“There was this hornet’s nest hanging on a limb up behind the barn,” Brad began between breaths.
Tim’s eyes were big and round. “It was a big one,” he stated holding both hands out forming a circle.
Frisker still whimpered when he came up to Danny, so he reached down and picked him up. He comforted the pup in his arms as the boys continued their story.
“We hid behind the pile of old lumber that you have up there so the hornets couldn’t see us and we threw rocks at the nest to knock it down,” Brad stated bending over to demonstrate their strategy.
“We threw only about five rocks before Brad hit the nest,” Tim bragged.
Brad made an explosive sound with his mouth, “The hornets flew everywhere.” He burst out laughing again. He pointed at Frisker, “That’s when Frisker ran and snapped at the hornets.”
“Yeah,” Tim said laughing too. “One bit him on the rear.” Both boys bent over in another fit of laughter.
“Okay, guys. Are you ready to have a sandwich in the house or do you want me to take you home.”
“Grandma said we had to be home for lunch.”
“I’ll take you home then. Let me know the next time you want to go fishing. We’ll do something really fun.” Danny had in mind that the next time they wanted to fish he would have a little more reinforcement, like Uncle Ted or Aunt Angela.
CHAPTER EIGHT
He woke up Saturday morning to find that during the night Frisker had chewed up one of his tennis shoes. Since it had rained all day on Friday, he had left his muddy shoes on the back porch. Frisker shredded the right shoe and little Bit had crawled in the left shoe sleeping with his little head sticking up and Kibbles lay sprawled on his belly across the toe with his four legs spread eagle sound asleep.
He scolded Frisker and dumped the kittens out of the other shoe. He took the shoes and
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