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G & J
were looking around at the situation and started laughing.
Muff, where was da Muff? Then there was another
little spit, and out she came, right into Julio’s
lap! All 100 pounds of her! This knocked him
over and they were rolling on the ground laughing
and she was licking his face all over.
"Oh no, my precious stuff!" cried G. "Oh
no! My frogs & snails!" cried the Hoo.
Well, just so happens that the muy importante (very
important) stuff was in the baskets that didn’t get
landed on by the horses. The horses were on their
feet now and J was carefully looking inside one of
the baskets on Pepper. "Hurray!" he yelled
out. "My frogs made it!"
Cool was getting up now, looking like he was
seeing stars and stuff swirl around his lop-ears.
His blanky was all side-gaggled and then just
fell off. The cinch that held it on broke. Oh
well. G groaned and waddled up to check the baskets
on Mober. And of course, all of her precious
stone jars were well packed in blankets, clothes
and the hammock, so not a one was broken! She
was doing a little victory dance now. The only
things that fell out of the baskets when Mober
came shooting out of the culvert, were a few
of the iris/birds of paradise plants that G had
just dug up. So G just picked these up and stuffed
them back in the top of the basket.
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