Hi everybody! This is The Daily Bone and I'm your shrewd doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
It’s been raining a lot here lately. Thunderstorms have happened almost every day. Yesterday morning a big clap of thunder woke up everybody in the house at 6:30am. The day before yesterday there was even a tornado warning! But rain is good for growing things. For example, the compost pile suddenly sprouted mushrooms! Lots and lots of mushrooms! My ghostwriter said these were probably not the kind we might like to eat. She called them toadstools.
But that got me thinking. I wondered where all the toads who might be sitting on those mushrooms were. I mean, there were enough toadstools for a convention! So I went for a little hunt. I checked out all the damp and shady places where toads might like to hide out.
|I picked up a scent right here and started to dig.|
|To my surprise, a mousie came out and ran away.|
|So I didn't find any toads this time.|
|Oh well. Back to work.|