The Brownie Brigade

The brownie brigade trotted around the block. Marching with their feet going tickety dickity dock. I listened to their shoes going click click click. The loudest one was my own browine, little Nick. We are marching! The oldest girl brownie said loudly. And we are great at it! Another one stated so proudly. Their clickety clackety shoes went on over the hill. I stayed in my hiding place and was very still. The fey act funny when they know you are looking. So I put on some barbeque and pretended I was cooking. I smell meat! Said a teensy voice, I thought it was them. But it was my garden snake, I call him Old Slim. I tossed him some beef, and he drew it in with his tongue. I am going to go after a brownie, don’t worry, I’ll just eat one. Leave them alone, or there will be no more barbeque for you. He slithered away rapidly, way down into the blue.