Elder berries, sunflowers, asters, and ragweed! It must be Fall. Momma Dog is reading to us from “Playing for Pizza”, John Grisham’s novel about a NFL thirdstring quarterback who goes to Parma, Italy to play football with the Parma Panthers. His description of Italian food has our tongues hanging out. Now Nemo and I are looking for helmets and pads. Nemo probably doesn’t need any more padding, especially over the rear, but I do. One hit from him and I’ll be as flat as a pizza with one topping. Maybe I should concentrate on kicking the extra point while Nemo is reading the play book. Now, which one of my back feet should I use? Later Mate, Huck
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