“I heard something.”
“It came from over here.”
“OMG, Dorothy, does that sound like…like…bones crunching?
Back away very, very slowly…there's something back there.”
“Now RUN, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!”
“What? I swear I didn’t do anything wrong this time” said Willa.
“I’m just laying here behind this well pit, minding my own business, eating my bone.”
“I don’t know what their problem is.”
10 comments:
Poor Willa. So misunderstood.
I love your stories! Such a great sense of humor, and knowing what the animals are thinking.
Beautiful pictures!
That is down right hilarious. You are such a hoot!
Sooo funny!!!
Wow, that's some bone! I'm sure the girls were freaked out!
LMAO that's a great expression on Willa's face, she does look kinda guilty about something!!!
Poor Willa. Boy her coat looks nice. I've been pulling clumps of hair off Hank for weeks.
Tooo Funny!
Once again proving that simplicity, along with great timing, make the best stories. I love yours!
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