One day, as I walked along the sidewalk, I noticed something interesting. Daddy saw me looking and kicked it. It hurtled along, going this way and that, and I caught it. I ran back to Daddy, dropped it, and he kicked it again.
Thus began the summer of the pine cone.
Mommy makes me leave them outside, so they've piled up in the front of the house. Pretty impressive stash, no?
Pine cones are a blast!
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