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One, Two, Three



Little Guy listens to his Mama count over and over again.
"One, two, three," she says. "One, two, three."
It's the sound of Mama counting Little Guy, Sunshine and Miz Lady Bug. It makes Little Guy feel secure. Mama always knows where her babies are. He's her youngest baby and the smallest too!

One day Grandaddy had a friend come to visit. The two men walked down to the pond. They walked over to the woods. They looked at the carport. They looked at the shop. Then it started to rain and the man left.

Little Guy plopped down in front of his fan. He was tired. It was way too hot and humid to be traipsing all over everywhere listening to Grandaddy and his friend talk. Besides, it was almost time for lunch. He needed to rest up for that.

Before too long Mama came out the backdoor carrying three pans. Little Guy knew they'd have something really good to eat in them and he was really, really hungry.

Mama put his bowl down in his special place.
"One," she said with a smile.

Next she placed Sunshine's pan down in her special place.
"Two," she said as she gave Sunshine a hug.

She started to put Miz Lady Bug's pan down when she realized Miz Lady Bug was no where around.
"Miz Lady Bug," she called. "Miz Lady Bug!"

But Miz Lady Bug didn't come.

Mama put the pan on a table and rushed out of the garage. She called and called but still no Miz Lady Bug. Little Guy walked outside to look, too. But he didn't see his big sister. He headed back for another bite to eat. He needed the extra energy.

Soon, Mama came running through the garage. She threw open the back door and grabbed up a key. Then she ran as hard and as fast as she could toward the shop. She slid the key into the lock and flung the door open wide. Out came Miz Lady Bug!

Little Guy came outside and watched as Mama knelt down and hugged her close.

"Miz Lady Bug," Mama exclaimed. "I was scared we had lost you!"
Miz Lady Bug wagged her little tail and they headed back to the garage. Little Guy rushed back, too, so he could finish his lunch.

The sight that greeted him was awful. Sunshine was standing in his place, at his bowl, eating his food. Little Guy screwed up his face crumple and his eyes filled with tears.

Mama came into the garage and immediately saw what Sunshine was up to.
"Sunshine," she said sternly. "Get away from Little Guy's food. You have your own lunch to eat. And there's plenty of kibbles if you're still hungry."

Sunshine walked away without even an apology. Little Guy rushed over to see if anything was left of his lunch.

Mama sat Miz Lady Bug's pan down in her special place.
"Three," she said with a smile and deep breath.

All Mama's babies were safe once more.




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