(I know it's Thursday, but I'm posting this today so as not to interfere with Happy Dance Fridays)
Springtime in the park.
Eyes opened wide in alarm
as they rushed at him!
They pushed him down into the wet grass.
And even though it was rough, it actually tickled.
They kept pushing.
He was rolling now, but giggling.
What could he do?
"Mom, can we keep all the puppies"?