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And now let's talk about the Groundhog.
Punxsutawney Phil
You are such a pill.
You promise early spring,
Then what is this thing?
It’s such a surprise
Falling into my eyes.
And onto the ground
Where the grass doth surround.
Pelting off of my coat
I must take a note,
To never give ear
To a legend that would steer-
And make me to swoon
And think Spring would be soon.
So go back in your hole
With the rest of the moles.
Dear Diary,
My mom threw one of my favorite balls out into the middle of the yard and I'm worried that it won't be safe out there. Here's what happened. It was almost midnight and I was stretched out in bed - almost passing into dream land - when all of a sudden it came from the living room. "I'm gonna getchyou!!" Mom freaked. Yep. That was my ball talking. It say's a number of other things... like "Hey puppy" and "BURP" - stuff like that. Mom says it sounds demonic and she wasn't about to be woken up in the middle of the night with it's voice coming out of nowhere in the dark living room. I wonder if it will be talking to the sidewalk people as they walk their dogs past our house. I hope that big bad German Shepherd doesn't steal my ball. Hmph. Gracie.
