The Days Dad Hunts
While Daddy’s gone hunting, we...
...go on bike dates with our friends,
play catcher(!),
clap our hands,
AND EAT APPLE PIE MADE BY MRS. ANGELA.
If this is how it is every time he leaves to hunt, well, I’ll be just fine.
Now, if only he were here to scoop me ice cream onto some reheated, hot apple pie...
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