Yesterday something very interesting happened. Dog-friends Brody and Dixie came to my house. They came to play with the ratties.
I understand this, because the ratties are very much fun. But I don't understand why I had to stay in the house. I made big whine-yelp-whine noises to remind the people that they had forgotten about me.
Momma C helped Dixie dig big holes under the chicken-house, until she could fit all the way under.
The people said this:
Dixie flushes, Brody finishes. But Dixie finished some too.
What does that mean? And why are there fewer ratties today?
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