By Barbara Bartholomew
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I'm Jeremy Murray and I'm almost nine years old. My sister Lily is four. We live with our Grandma and Grandpa in a housecar. That's the name my sister gave it. She means it's a house on wheels. It's really an RV and we travel from place to place in it.
We spent Christmas and the winter on the beach in south Texas. I wanted to stay there. But Grandpa was ready to move on.
This time we're headed for a wildlife refuge in Oklahoma. Grandpa says we'll see buffalo and longhorn cattle there. Not like in a zoo, but out in the wild.
I'm not afraid anymore that Grandpa is going to forget and leave us behind when he stops to buy gas. And I'm sure Grandma isn't going to forget about making us do school each day. You see, our grandparents are kind of weird.
Grandma wants us to learn more about the real Easter by seeing the play they're doing down in the mountains at the refuge. As far as Lily is concerned, colored eggs and chocolate bunnies are the 'real' Easter.
And as for me--well, I have one friend. He's a dog named Mose. But I wouldn't mind having a friend who was a boy my own age.
(Text only, not illustrated).I'm Jeremy Murray and I'm almost nine years old. My sister Lily is four. We live with our Grandma and Grandpa in a housecar. That's the name my sister gave it. She means it's a house on wheels. It's really an RV and we travel from place to place in it.
We spent Christmas and the winter on the beach in south Texas. I wanted to stay there. But Grandpa was ready to move on.
This time we're headed for a wildlife refuge in Oklahoma. Grandpa says we'll see buffalo and longhorn cattle there. Not like in a zoo, but out in the wild.
I'm not afraid anymore that Grandpa is going to forget and leave us behind when he stops to buy gas. And I'm sure Grandma isn't going to forget about making us do school each day. You see, our grandparents are kind of weird.
Grandma wants us to learn more about the real Easter by seeing the play they're doing down in the mountains at the refuge. As far as Lily is concerned, colored eggs and chocolate bunnies are the 'real' Easter.
And as for me--well, I have one friend. He's a dog named Mose. But I wouldn't mind having a friend who was a boy my own age.
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