Dooby and Katrinka jump into the sandbox and chase each other from
one end to the ether. They stop now and then to turn over pebbles and
acorns with their noses or paws. They dig holes into which they push
and bury the pebbles and the acorns.
Suddenly Katrinka stops playing and looks around.
'That's strange,' she says. 'Whenever we come to this park it's full of
children. I usually see them with their mothers and fathers in rowboats
on the lake, or along the shore feeding the ducks, geese and swans. I
also see lots of children here on the swings and seesaws, or playing here
in the sandbox. I don't see them now.'
Dooby stops digging, walks to the edge of the sandbox and looks
around.
'You're right,' he says, and his tail droops.
A drop of water strikes Dooby on his nose. It goes splat. Dooby
squints down his nose at the water trickling from its tip. His eyes widen
with surprise. Another drop strikes him, this time on the top of his head.
Still another, on his ear.
Three drops of water spatter Katrinka; two on her back and one on her
tail. They both look up.
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