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I guess I just have to remain perched up here.Time is running out. Amy would have counted to 100 already.
Of all the places to hide at home, I had to run into the woods and climb this tree.“Your feet will grow larger. Let’s get shoes of bigger size.” Dad always says that. Won’t happen the next time.
Forget it, I am climbing down.Wait. Where did this dog come from now? Don’t fetch the shoe. Shoo.
Wait a minute, whose dog is that anyway?"Noooooo ! Wait…………………”