Our Story Continues.....
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The bunkhouse was real nice, cozy
and warm. It was where all the
cowboys used to sleep when the farm
was a ranch. They used to raise
gallumps for the local rodeos but
when they started growing
freenkerts, the herd of gallumps had
gotten a lot smaller.
“We only have a few left,” said Uncle
Philo. “You kids can go riding in the
morning if you want to.”
“Do you still have ol’ Jake?” asked
Rosy.
“Yes, but he’s getting too old to ride.
He’ll just follow along behind like a
big puppy,” said Uncle Philo.
They were so excited they could
hardly sleep.
The bunkhouse was real nice, cozy
and warm. It was where all the
cowboys used to sleep when the farm
was a ranch. They used to raise
gallumps for the local rodeos but
when they started growing
freenkerts, the herd of gallumps had
gotten a lot smaller.
“We only have a few left,” said Uncle
Philo. “You kids can go riding in the
morning if you want to.”
“Do you still have ol’ Jake?” asked
Rosy.
“Yes, but he’s getting too old to ride.
He’ll just follow along behind like a
big puppy,” said Uncle Philo.
They were so excited they could
hardly sleep.
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“EVERYBODY UP! IT’S TIME TO DO THE CHORES!” yelled Uncle Philo.
“YIKES! What was that?” exclaimed Rocky.
“We get up early on the ol’ farm. There are chickens and gallumps and rabbits to feed,
freenkerts to pick and hotcakes to put on the grill. You cowpokes do like hotcakes, don’t
you?” asked Uncle Philo with a wink.
“YES!” screamed the kids as they jumped out of their bunks.
“EVERYBODY UP! IT’S TIME TO DO THE CHORES!” yelled Uncle Philo.
“YIKES! What was that?” exclaimed Rocky.
“We get up early on the ol’ farm. There are chickens and gallumps and rabbits to feed,
freenkerts to pick and hotcakes to put on the grill. You cowpokes do like hotcakes, don’t
you?” asked Uncle Philo with a wink.
“YES!” screamed the kids as they jumped out of their bunks.
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It was a beautiful fall morning.
Just perfect for a gallump ride.
“Look! There’s ol’ Jake. We can
take the winding trail up to the
waterfall and look at the trees
turning colors for fall,” said Rosy
who had been there many times
with her Grandpa.
It was a beautiful fall morning.
Just perfect for a gallump ride.
“Look! There’s ol’ Jake. We can
take the winding trail up to the
waterfall and look at the trees
turning colors for fall,” said Rosy
who had been there many times
with her Grandpa.
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Uncle Philo rounded up the
gallumps. Each of the kids found
his or her favorite.
“Rosy, remember not to take a
left turn into the Sting-a-ling
Forest. It’s off limits and
dangerous,” said Uncle Philo.
“Don’t worry, said Bizby. “I’ll
keep a good eye on them,”
“Yes, and who will keep an eye on
you?” laughed Slipper.
Uncle Philo rounded up the
gallumps. Each of the kids found
his or her favorite.
“Rosy, remember not to take a
left turn into the Sting-a-ling
Forest. It’s off limits and
dangerous,” said Uncle Philo.
“Don’t worry, said Bizby. “I’ll
keep a good eye on them,”
“Yes, and who will keep an eye on
you?” laughed Slipper.
