I like to dig holes. I guess
you could say
I dig digging. I made up that joke, but
you can use it if you want to.
I dig holes all the time. And all over the
In the park, at the beach, and in
my yard (but then mommy and daddy get angry). But I dig whenever
And oh! the wonderful things I can put in the holes! I
like to bury things a lot.
Burying is when you put something in a hole and fill it up. I
like to bury things almost as
much as I like to dig holes.
I bury all kinds of things. I pretend I’m a
that I’m burying my
treasure! Avast, me maytees!!! (Don’t be afraid, I’m not
really a pirate.)
I bury things I find, like sticks, and pop bottles,
of trash and stuff like
that. But I pretend it’s my treasure. And I bury it in
my little holes. But then I decided
that I wanted to bury real treasure. So in went mommy’s jewelry
box! (I told her the
plumber took it - but don’t tattle!)
Then one day I saw the neighbors cat in my sand
kitty, it was digging a
hole just like me! And then it buried some treasure in its
When kitty left, I went
and dug up its treasure. Eeeeww, it was stinky potty! The
neighbor cat buried its poo in
my sandbox! Naughty kitty!
So I started to dig a new hole. Naughty
I went to get the kitty. And then I saw it climb a tree.
It had sharp claws and
climbed really quick. I went back and made my hole deeper.
Bad ole kitty...
And then I got the cat and I made it go in the hole
as you like I filled in
the hole! I had new treasure!
After that, I buried all the neighbors’ stray pets,
Head, my hamster. Then my mommy and daddy found out, and said
if I was going to
keep on burying the neighborhood animals, I wasn’t going to be aloud
to dig any holes at
all anymore. And “Besides,” they said, “the lawns turning out
So I went into the backyard with me little Shovel
to dig some new
holes. Two. Big ones.
My mommy and daddy ask if I’m going to bury another
or kitty cat.
I say no. And giggle, cos I know a secret.
Daddy says I should act my age, but I bet when he
he liked to dig holes
So the next time they come out with me, I hit them
hard with me little
Shovel in the heads. In movies when the people fall from gettin’
hit once, that isn’t so. I
had to hit mommy a lot and daddy even more before they stopped walking
and twitching and breathing and begging.
And then “POP!,” into the holes they went. And
in the holes and went
back into the house.
I wonder what I can bury tomorrow...