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adventure,
Mystery,
Texas,
dog,
cowdog,
Hank the Cowdog,
John R. Erickson,
John Erickson,
ranching,
Hank,
Drover,
Pete,
Sally May
watch a chicken chase a grasshopper?â
âYes.â
âItâs kind of neat, isnât it?â
âNo.â
âI mean, theyâre pretty good at it.â
âItâs their busiÂness, Drover. If youâre a chicken, thatâs what you do. Good night.â
âGood night . . . only itâs the middle of the day.â
âIâm aware of that.â
âBoy, it sure is hot.â
âThatâs why Iâm shaded up, Drover. Itâs too hot to do any work, so snorkle the mirking piffle.â
âYeah, but I canât sleep and I get bored. You ever get bored?â
âSnork.â
âI do. You ever try to catch a grasshopper?â
âNo.â
âMe neither, but I bet I could. Want me to try?â
âSure. Go catch a pifflehopper.â
âOkay, Hank, here I go.â
At last! Peace and quiet. I sank into the warm embrace of a delicious dream and . . . Beulah? My goodness, there she was in all her splintering glory: the deep brown eyes, the flaxen hair, the perfect collie nose, the smile that said . . .
Chapter Two: Drover Eats a Grasshopper
âI caught one, Hank!â
I lifted my head and opened both eyes and looked at the front in face of me. âBeulah?â
âNo, a grasshopper.â
âWho are you and what are you doing here?â
âWell, letâs see. My nameâs Drover and Iâm your best friend and I just caught a grasshopper.â
âJust because youâre a grasshopper doesnât mean youâre a friend of mine. Where am I?â I blinked my eyes. âOkay, itâs coming back now. Youâre Drover.â
âThatâs what I said.â
âThere for a second, I thought you were Beulah.â
âNo, it must have been me, âcause Iâm all Iâve ever been.â
I stared at the runt. âWhat?â
âI said, Iâm all Iâve ever been but I caught a grassÂhopper.â
âThat doesnât make a lick of sense.â All at once, he licked his chops. âWill you stop that?â
âStop what?â
âIâve told you over and over not to do that.â
âWhat did I do?â
âI said that youâre not making a lick of sense and . . .â He licked his chops again! âThere, you see? You keep doing it. Whatâs wrong with you?â
âWell, I canât help it.â
I hoisted myself up to a sitting position and turned a withering glare on my . . . whatever he was. My nitwit assistant, I guess.
âOf course you can help it. Itâs a totally absurd and meaningless gesture.â
âNot really. See, I ate a grasshopper and thatâs why I was licking my chops.â
âYou ATE a grasshopper?â
âYep, I sure did. Caught him with my own two paws and ate him with my own mouth.â
I gave my head a shake. âDrover, thatâs disgusting. Eating a grasshopper? Son, chickens eat grassÂhoppers, but dogs donât.â
âYeah, but I did.â
âThatâs appalling.â
âNo, it was appealing.â
âDonât correct my spelling and donât try to put words into my mouth. I said it was appalling and thatâs exactly what I meant.â
âYeah, but I ate the grasshopper and you didnât, so maybe you donât know how it tasted.â
I narrowed my eyes at him. âI canât believe you said that. Have you no respect for your elders, your betters, your superiors? Just because Iâve never eaten a grasshopper, you think I donât know how they taste?â
âWell, that makes sense to me.â
âIâm shocked, Drover, shocked and dismayed and disappointed that you would . . . okay, just for the sake of argument, how did it taste?â
He grinned. âWell . . . it was pretty good.â
âSee? I gave you a chance to express yourself and what did you do?â
âWell . . . I told the
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