What’s There?

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I’ve been doing more spring chores. I was cleaning the balcony off the bird room the other day and Alex kept yelling “Look, look there. What’s that?” I kept asking him what it was or where it was, but he didn't answered me, just kept asking. I couldn't tell what he was looking at and I sure didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

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After I had finished cleaning Alex and I were enjoying the view from the wicker rocking chair. I noticed the two dogs in the yard a couple houses down, so I thought I’d give Al a taste of his own medicine. I told him to look and asked him what it was.
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He looked me dead in the eye and said: “Woof.” I wondered if it was a fluke, so I asked him again. I got the same answer. He had no problem at all telling me what I wanted to know but I had failed miserably when he asked me the same question! I had no way of knowing what he was looking at. How did he know I wasn’t asking about the kids in the park, which were clearly visible because the trees still don’t have leaves? Lucky guess? I wonder . . .
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Cathy