Let a Smiley Face Be Your Umbrella

Let a Smiley Face Be Your Umbrella Let a Smiley Face Be Your Umbrella In Part Four, Charly's experiments resulted in an out-of-control dog, cat, raccoon, and squirrel chase. But at least now it was raining on Charly's garden in Brewster Hill Park. When Gattie (my Great Aunt Tess) wants to tell me to be careful about doing something I really want to do that I know I shouldn't do, she says, "Curiosity killed the cat." Luckily for me, I'm not a cat, but a ten-year-old girl with a boy's nickname, Ch

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Let a Smiley Face Be Your Umbrella



Let a Smiley Face Be Your Umbrella

In Part Four, Charly's experiments resulted in an out-of-control dog, cat, raccoon, and squirrel chase.But at least now it was raining on Charly's garden in Brewster Hill Park.

When Gattie (my Great Aunt Tess) wants to tell me to be careful about doing somethingI really want to do that I know I shouldn't do, she says, "Curiosity killed the cat."Luckily for me, I'm not a cat, but a ten-year-old girl with a boy's nickname, Charly.Anyway, if I were a cat, I definitely would have been killed a couple of times over after what I did in the last few months.

First off, I dug up Mr. Head-of-the-Parks-Department Rooney's flowerbeds in Brewster Hill Park so I could sow my wild oats.Secondly, I made it rain on my town's spring parade,ruining it for all the kids who were marching and all the adults who were watching.The third thing is that I messed up my Great Aunt Tess's Scrabble party.I wasn't totally responsible because a bunch of wild raccoons, squirrels, and some stray cats did the messing-up part.I just did the letting-them-into-the-house part.

You see, I was trying to find out what a cat - not raccoons or squirrels - drags in,as when someone says, "Look what the cat dragged in."Now I know that cats drag in raccoons and squirrels, which I also learned are called wild animals for a reason!Did you know that their claws could rip apart sofa cushions, pillows, and even wall-to-wall carpeting?

Before I found out what else they could rip apart,my Labrador retriever, Murray, chased all the critters out of the house.He chased them down the street, across the field where kids were playing pick-up baseball, and into Brewster Hill Park.

I know this was the route because I followed the chase on my bike.And it was a good thing I was on a bike.Ethan Jordan and his pack of dried-off-but-still-angry kids were heading right toward my house!I think you already know with whom they were angry.

Ethan and his mob caught up with me and the chase just as Murray was about to run into, of all places,my garden - my finally-rained-on and nicely growing garden of watermelons, apples, and oats.They couldn't stay away from the garden I planted as a New Year's resolution to create something beautifulthat would put a smile on everyone's face.The garden that if it wouldn't put a smile on everyone's face,my Aunt Dee would have to repay Mr. Rooney for two flowerbeds and a new playground with a plaque - with his name on it.

Murray ran into my garden. A cat ran out.Murray ran in again. Two raccoons ran out. Murray ran in once more.Three squirrels ran out, followed by four chipmunks, five baby rabbits, and a groundhog.Where did they come from? I didn't really care, because Murray chased them away from my garden.Whew! Maybe they didn't damage it too much.

Uh-oh. I may have ‘whewed' too soon.Now all the animals were running into Mr. Rooney's newly planted flowerbeds!(The ones he planted to replace the ones I sowed with oats.)

The animals zigged through the flowerbeds. Murray zigged after them.The animals zagged through the flowerbeds. Murray zagged after them.Zigzag, zigzag, zigzag. After a while, I couldn't tell a zig from a zag!What's worse, the animals circled back to my garden.This time they trampled it. Around and around and around they went.

"Stop, Murray!" I cried. "Ha, ha, your stupid garden is mined," said Ethan Jordan."And so is Rooney's. And it's your fault. When he finds out -"

At that moment, Mr. Rooney showed up carrying a large rose bush."What's going on here?" he cried.

He got his answer right away. Five baby rabbits scooted out of my garden and ran right through Mr. Rooney's legs.Four chipmunks, three squirrels, two raccoons, and a cat followed.

"What the …?" said Mr. Rooney each time another animal ran through his legs.

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