“Lucy what are you doing?”
“Look to your right, little one.”
“What is that?”
“It is a big bird called a heron.”
“Can we chase it?”
“OMG no. The boss has a fit. He thinks the birds ought to be left alone.”
“I can certainly understand that. He’s a softy for animals.”
“Not so loud he’s right behind us.”
“You don’t suppose he understands dog do you?”
“Comes pretty close.”
“What are we doing now?”
“This is a gopher mound. We dig in it like Idiots hoping t catch a gopher.”
“Do we?”
“Never.”
“Why you stopping?”
“Look there is a signpost up ahead.”
“With another heron.”
“Man you learn fast. nice job.”
“Will that heron fly off there?”
“Of course. When he gets hungry.”
“We should go there and wait.”
“Remember what I said about the boss?”
“I remember. Maybe I’ll just hunt for seashells.”
“Yeah, there may be some around here. The boss wants us back to the golf cart.”
“Hey Lucy, look. A dog on a leash.”
“Yeah, that is pretty common.”
“I’ll give him my pit bull bark.”
“You do that. I’m sure he is quivering in the sand.”
“Now my mountain lion face.”
“Be careful. Your face may freeze like that. I’m sure glad the boss is back. We are heading home.”
“How was the beach, Little stuff.”
“It was great. I got to dig in a gopher mound.” What is Lucy looking at?”
“Oh, she does that whenever the dog across the street starts barking.”
“Why does she do it?”
“She says she is giving that dog a greedy look in her brain. It is supposed to stop the barking.”
“Obviously doesn’t work. We missed you at the beach.”
“Thank, little stuff. Someday I’ll play on the beach all day.”
