By the storytellers of Havenwood Heritage Heights
That thumb looks pretty good.
The dog is sayin', "What are you doing that for? I want some of that!"
He's eating his thumb and some kind of a little cookie.
I love those eyes - I wish I knew what that little boy was gonna whisper in his ear.
"Where's my next box of cookies?"
Bobby is 6 1/2 and his dog is Oliver.
They are in a hallway. It's around 3 in the afternoon.
It's summer - he hasn't got a coat on.
He bites down on the cookie.
First, Bobby had lunch - a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk.
After lunch, he had a nap.
Then he went back to his cookie.
His parents - Mary and Bob - are cleaning up the lunch.
They're painting, they've got a batch of paint.
There's a little bit of guilt in there, culpability.
He's at the scene of the crime and there's about to be another crime when the dog eats the cookies.
Bobby likes to eat, play outside, swim, fish, he likes to play with his dog.
If he's like a normal boy he wants to be a fireman when he grows up or an astronaut.
He's got eyes that are kind of sneaky.
His parents hope when he grows up he'll find something that's rewarding.
Next, the dog can't resist temptation and goes and snatches the cookies.
The dog only took one, so Bobby is willing to share.
After lunch, his parents will read him a story and then Bobby will have a nap.
His parents feel happy about him eating cookies.
Next, they go out and play with the dog, they go for a walk.
Bobby runs to a neighbor to tell them the story of their dog.