Bootsey's Picnic

	"Grr-umble!" "Gr-ummmm-ble!" "What was that noise?" mumbled Wendell, setting up and rubbing his eyes. "I must have dozed off for a moment." "Humph! Dozed off? For a moment? You've been sound asleep for half an hour while I stood guard," declared the world's bravest tiger. "GRRRR-UMBLE ! CRACK !!! GR-UMMM-BLE!"

"Listen! There it goes again! Isaac, do you think it might be thunder? Isn't that Lightening? O, my! O, no!! O dear!!! It's really starting to rain. We'll both be soaked! My ears will shrink! Your fur will never..." "Now stop that, AT ONCE!" Isaac ordered his whimpering friend.
"Bootsey and Bobby Jo will be awfully afraid of this storm. We're a very long way from the house. Aunt Holly doesn't know where we are. We aren't even supposed to be here! We may get a spanking as well as a soaking! Look! Here come the girls. Now Wendell, be quiet so you don't frighten them any more than they already are. And Wendell, try to look BRAVE!"