Pappy and I were talking about Blacky. He is a big black bird. He's going to Michigan. Blacky is not real, but he's at Alum Rock park because there's a big bird there. And I play on it. I was in Pappy's truck, and he was driving me somewhere and he told me a story about Blacky. Blacky is my favorite story that Pappy tells. Pappy tells me different stories to me.
1 comment:
I'd love to meet Blacky someday!
I miss you Joe! We can't wait to see you!
Love,
Aunt Christine
Post a Comment