ht to let me go to that
picknic. i am still hoaping.

August 17, 186---today that sheep let the lamn
suck and seamed to like it. she rubed agenst me
and was as tame as the old one was. if she is going
to ack that way i shall like her. Beanys father is
going to let Beany go to that picknic. Mister Watson
Beanys father rings the town bell and is the
ganiter of the ferst chirch. Beany always has all the
luck. i dont have enny. it is most time for that
picknic but nobody aint sed nothing to me about it
yet. i am still hoaping.

August 18, 186---when i woke up this morning it
was raining hard and it raned all day. this is the
ferst time i ever gnew it to do that and the 2th time
i ever gnew it to rane on sunday. today i split the
wood and luged it in and fed the sheep and did all
them things that i have to do and most felers dont
have to do and then i read awhile and we talked
about the bull dog and the sheep. then i rote a poim
about it.

one day in sumer in Au-gust.
it was so hot we nearly bust
my sheep was painting with the heat
when a dog came taring down the street
and then without delay or pause
he gumped on them with teeth and claus

P.S. a dog aint got no claus to clau with, only
nails and nails woodent rime with pause.

he seezed that sheep by her white throte
and shook her till she was all aflote
he wood have killed her ded rite there
when my sister Keene who you coodent scare
let out a screech you cood heard a mile
and laid on a broom in her very best style
and while she was taning his mizable hide
i give him sum feerful kicks in the side
and squashed him almost perfictly flat
but he wodent let go for all of that
till my sister Cele came runing out
with a scornful look on her hansom snout

(P.S. a second time. it is a kind of mean thing
to say about my sister Cele but it is a good rime
ennyway as long as i sed she was hansome i dont
beleeve she wood cair.)

and she throwed in that dogs face and eys
peper enuf to make 40 Kyann pepper pyes
and that dog let go and begam to yell
and howl as if he was rite in hell

(P.S. 3th we unitarials say there aint no hell
but i aint sure)

and he made for home on the cleen gump
jest as mother came out with a pale from the pump
and old Sam Dire clim over the fench
with a red hot iron and a munky rench

(P.S. again. fench is ment for fence. poits
can do this whenever they have to)

and he set on fi