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Little Guy stood up tall as he walked with Gran and Grandaddy to the garden. They were going to check things out. Grandaddy likes to keep watch and make sure the fruits and vegetables are growing like they should. Gran likes to make sure Grandaddy is doing his job. Little Guy just likes to explore.

Unfortunately, Little Guy gets bored easily. So while Gran and Grandaddy were walking around the garden, he was looking for something else to do. That's when he spied the blueberries. They looked so enticing as they hung from the small bushes. Grandaddy had put a single strand of wire around them. He didn't want anyone to eat his blueberries.

He licked his lips. Those blueberries sure looked good. Surely, Grandaddy wouldn't mind if Little Guy ate just a few. Grandaddy probably wouldn't even notice. Little Guy glanced over at Gran and Grandaddy. They weren't paying him any attention. He looked back at the blueberries. He could just slide right under that wire, grab a few and sneak back out before anyone saw.

He would have made it just fine except for his curly tail. It got caught in that wire and that wire was electric!! Ow!! Little Guy screamed and ran toward the house. He could hear Gran and Grandaddy laughing but it wasn't funny at all. It really, really hurt.

Little Guy wiped his eyes and sniffled. He spied his Mama walking toward the house. Little Guy went running to meet her. She bent down and hugged him close as he told her what happened. Mama carried Little Guy into the house and sat down to rock him quietly until he calmed down. Then she gave him a cookie. It was much better than Grandaddy's blueberries anyway!


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