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Frisbee Fun
Two boys on a quest
Gilbert put his cheek almost to the ground as he looked under the parked car.
“Is it under there?”
Gilbert got up on his feet, “Nope. I think your frisbee may be lost forever, Philip. Maybe we should quit looking.”
“No! I’m not losing another frisbee! We’ve got to find it. I really like that frisbee. It’s special.”
The two boys began walking into a thicket of trees.
“It’s a frisbee just like any other frisbee. What is so special about it?”
“I dunno. I guess it’s the teeth marks. You know, I probably play frisbee more with Daisy than even you. She’s really getting good at catching. Of course she never throws it back. She runs away with it and makes me chase her.”
“I’ll tell you what is NOT so special about that frisbee. It’s green! It’s summer and everything is green. We’ll never find it. We might have to wait until winter to see it.”
Philip stopped and turned to Gilbert, “Need I remind you that we are not just looking for a frisbee? We’re also looking for a dog!” Philip turned and resumed walking into the thicket.
Following Philip, Gilbert put his hands in the air, “Okay. Okay. I’m comin.”
Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction.
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