Pal
One day in April we drove to a farmhouse.
The farmer had a little puppy only three weeks old.
He was brown and white.
We bought the dog for ten dollars.
We brought him home in a little basket.
Now he lives at our house.
We feed him toast and milk.
He is still a puppy.
Sometimes he is very naughty.
He even goes into our beautiful pansy bed.
But he is slowly learning how to behave.
His name is Pal.
When he grows up, he will be a big, beautiful collie.