The sky is full of gray, racing clouds. It's
starting to rain.
'That's why there are no children here,' says Dooby. 'Their mothers are
keeping them indoors because of this rain.'
Dooby and Katrinka continue their romping in the sandbox, but the sand
is getting wet and harder to dig. They leave the sandbox and slip under a
picnic table to get away from the rain. They shake the wet from their
coats.
'Being caught in the park during a rain is a sort of adventure, I suppose,'
says Katrinka, 'but I like to be where it's dry.'
They watch the rain falling. The raindrops are now larger and heavier.
'I'd like to start for home,' says Katrinka, 'but I don't want to get my fur
coat any wetter.'
'I don't mind getting wet,' says Dooby.
He thinks about how to keep Katrinka dry on the way home.
'I know,' he says. 'Here's what we'll do.'
Dooby explains his idea to Katrinka. She chuckles. Dooby also
chuckles. They look at each other and their chuckles change to laughter.
They laugh and they laugh.
Dooby stands up. Katrinka, who is much smaller than Dooby, comes
alongside and then slips in underneath him so that Dolby's body acts as
an umbrella.
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