Clumps of Puppies

The puppies in Petunia Patch are pinching pumpkins today! We wild ones ran down the road, yelling Hip! Hip! Hip! Hooray! October sun was streaming down making the afternoon quite gay. We laughed and jumped and whirled and twirled; it was a great day! Which puppies do you think will show this time? Asked my Uncle Zeb. The happiest, sparkle spaniels of course, said my eager cousin Ned. We chased and laughed and ran amok, as we headed toward the field. The puppies were frolicking and frisking; one held a pumpkin shield. It is the Husky King! The Doberman gasped; he was amazed tis true. The rest of the puppies barely noticed, tossing pumpkins as they grew. Pumpkins landed with a splat, and the baby dogs howled their delight. Grandmas brought pumpkin pudding, which lasted through the night. The terrier puppies began to settle in, lollygagging in a giant pile. These clumps of fat puppies made even the dourest of us smile. Next year let’s bring the kitties in too, an eager fellow promptly said. It was my cousin Twinbite two, who is as silly as Cousin Ned.