Lifting her nose, Rosie saw Squiggy the black squirrel. All of a sudden, she stopped and pricked up her ears at the sounds of moving leaves from above. Not ready to give up, Rosie the red fox moved toward the edge of the marsh. “I already have a best friend,” Roberta said, turning to hop away. “Will you be my new best friend?” The rabbit stopped and twitched her nose. “Wait up,” called Rosie, but the rabbit continued to scamper. So Rosie moved further into the trees, soon catching sight of Roberta Rabbit hopping along the trail. “Looney, will you be my new best friend?” She gave him a nudge with a black-tipped paw. Approaching a hollowed-out log, she saw Looney Raccoon, fast asleep. “I would, but I already have a best friend,” Russet answered, walking away.ĭisappointed, Rosie moved toward the trees. “Will you be my new best friend?” asked Rosie, swinging her bushy tail. While chasing and swatting at the insect, she came chin to chin with Russet, another red fox. “Don’t go near the water, beyond the edge of the marsh,” warned her mother.Ĭatching sight of a grasshopper, Rosie moved quickly across the open field. The next day, Rosie decided to find a new friend. “Now, come share some berries for dinner.” But you’ll find a new friend before you know it,” her mother assured. I may never see her again!” More tears filled Rosie’s eyes. “She just told me the news! Scarlet and her family are moving to a different part of the forest to live by her grandma and grandpa. “You’re usually happy when you return from chasing grasshoppers in the field with your fox friend, Scarlet.” Mama fox heard Rosie and moved toward the entrance. She tried to ignore it, as she walked lightly on her toes toward the family den. And “Boo-Boo” he was, from that day forward! Friends in the ForestĪ tear slipped from Rosie the red fox cub’s eye. Don’t you see? That’s his name!” she declared, looking back and forth at their faces. In my dream, I heard Dad saying the puppy had a ‘boo-boo’ on the floor.
“You dreamed a name for him?” asked Brother. And I just had a dream about his name,” she added. “So I took him from the box for a snuggle. “I heard him crying,” explained Sister with a sleepy smile. Both stirred when the others came into the room. Sister lay on the living room carpet with her head on the pet bed next to the puppy. Creeping down the stairs followed by Brother, they discovered how that had happened. Mom and Dad awoke in the morning, surprised they had slept all night through, without interruption. The living room is the warmest, so we can set it up right here.”ĭisappointed, the children agreed and wandered off to get ready for bed.
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It would be open on the top for air, but he wouldn’t be free to wander around the house. “But I don’t think this guy should be on the loose during the night. “I didn’t get him a crate for sleeping yet,” Dad said. The sky had turned dark, and the children were yawning. “I’ll take him outside this time, while I’m thinking about a good name.” “When I was a kid, we had a dog named Roamer,” said Dad. “Blackie would fit him because of his color,” Brother said. “Chester might be a good name,” suggested Mom, while they watched the puppy nap. They all took turns guiding the puppy outside to avoid more potty accidents.
Dad placed a comfortable, new pet bed in a corner of the living room. Mom set up a feeding and watering area in the kitchen. “That’s for you and your sister to figure out.” “I can just imagine,” Mom said with a grin. When I walked over, this little guy practically jumped into my arms.”
It was either that or off to the shelter. Someone was selling puppies from the back of their pickup outside the store. Looks like we’ve got some potty training to do.
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As she did, a patch of wet rug was revealed from underneath him. “I think you’ve scared him,” said Mom, reaching to pick up the small dog. At the sound of her loud voice, the tiny animal froze. Speechless at first, everyone stared.ĭad lifted the wiggly mass of fur from his pocket and set it on the dark kitchen rug. Nestled in the pocket of his shirt lay a little, black creature. “Um, Dad…why’s your jacket moving like that?” But Brother stood still as stone, gazing at his father. Sister checked the bags, hoping for a special treat. “Yum,” she said, “this will be great for dinner.” He placed bags of groceries on the counter, which Mom started to unload. Dad walked into the kitchen, followed by the scent of a cool autumn afternoon.
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