Soda Pop immediately spied the tomato.
Pony Boy saw it next.
But Cherry and Dallas flew up for first dibs.
Followed by Soda Pop who found a . . . ahem . . . comfortable crevice to perch in.
Johnny-Cade stared nonchalantly out the run.
And Two-Bit looked wistfully on.
After breakfast, Jake and the dogs played follow-the-leader through the too-tall grass.
At dark, I checked on the girls. They were cuddled on the ground again.
But finally give the roost a whirl at my insistence.
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