The boy’s name is Curly—he’s got a bunch of curly hair on his head—huh?!
He looks about 6 or 7, or 11.
He has tricky eyes and they’re beautiful, too. He evidently has sneaked the cookie jar. He’s nicely dressed, like in fall, he has shoes and socks on and his shirt has long arms, so he’s warm, but he’s worn out the knee in his overalls.
It’s not summer….. September! Because he just picked a tomato!
He is thinking of a story to tell, and having a tough time, trying to drink the stuff out of that glass. He doesn’t trust the dog—he thinks the dog wants it too.
The dog’s name is “Poochie”, or Curious, or Nosey—how about Ginger? If you named him Rover, he’d be very conventional.
He is hungry. He was in the woods, where they found me. In someone’s kitchen, there is linoleum on the floor.
The dog is waiting to go outside; he wants the snacks first! He’s happy! He has a home now.
It’s darn hard to tell what Curly will do next…..
Perhaps he’ll go for a walk, or he will grow more tomatoes! He wants to show the other boys the dog that he found, a lonely dog. He’ll ask his parents if he can keep the dog and they will allow it.
He gets something for the dog to eat!