Two Times the Fun (2 page)

Jimmy and Janet do many things together. They draw pictures of funny bugs and birthday cakes and eggs in a nest.

They sing “Skip to My Lou.” They pump themselves up high in their swings, and they swat flies.

Jimmy and Janet like being twins because they always have each other to play with.

They get up at the same time and go to bed at the same time.

Janet always has Jimmy to swing with her on the glider, and Jimmy
always has Janet to sit on the other end of the teeter-totter.

“I think twins are a very nice arrangement,” said Mother.

“What does ‘very nice arrangement’ mean?” asked Janet, who liked big words.

“It means I’m glad I have twins,”
answered Mother. Jimmy and Janet think twins are a nice arrangement, too.

One morning Jimmy and Janet went next door to see Mrs. Robbins and her dog, Muffy. When they came home Jimmy was carrying a dog biscuit shaped like a bone. Janet was carrying a dog biscuit shaped like a bone, too.

“See what Mrs. Robbins gave us,” they said.

“What are you going to do with two dog biscuits?” asked Mother.

“I’m going to keep my dog biscuit,” said Jimmy.

“I’m going to keep my dog biscuit, too,” said Janet. “It is a nice little dog biscuit.”

“All right,” said Mother, “but be sure you don’t eat the dog biscuits. Dog biscuits are for dogs.”

Janet laid her dog biscuit on a chair. Jimmy laid his dog biscuit on the couch. When Mother started to sit on the couch, she asked, “Whose dog biscuit is this?”

“My dog biscuit,” answered Jimmy, and put his dog biscuit on the kitchen table.

Janet put her dog biscuit on the kitchen table, too. She did not want Mother to sit on her dog biscuit.

At lunchtime Mother said, “Put your dog biscuits away, children. I don’t want you to get mixed up and eat them for lunch. Dog biscuits are
for dogs.”

Jimmy and Janet put their dog biscuits in their pockets.

After lunch and naps Mother said, “It’s time for some clean clothes.” When Jimmy took off his jeans, his
dog biscuit fell out of his pocket. When Janet took off her overalls, her dog biscuit fell out of her pocket, too.

“My goodness,” said Mother. “Every place I look I see dog biscuits. Why don’t you take the dog biscuits next door and give them to Muffy?”

“Muffy has dog biscuits,” said Janet. “He has a big bag of them.”

“Then give the dog biscuits to some other dog,” said Mother.

“Dogs don’t come to our house,” said Jimmy.

“Then let’s go find a dog,” said Mother. “Put on your clean clothes, and we’ll go for a walk and find a dog that would
like two dog biscuits.”

So Jimmy and Janet, wearing their clean clothes, went for a walk with Mother. “Be on the lookout for a dog,” said Mother. “What does ‘be on the lookout’ mean?” asked Janet.

“It means to watch for something,” answered Mother. Jimmy and Janet and Mother were on the lookout for a dog.

The first dog they met was a big
brown dog. “I don’t want to give my dog biscuit to a brown dog,” said Jimmy.

“I don’t want to give my dog biscuit to a big dog,” said Janet.

“Oh, dear,” said Mother. “I guess we will have to find another dog.”

After a while they met a small white dog. “I’m sure this dog is very hungry,” said Mother. The little dog barked.
Yip-yip-yip.

“No,” said Janet. “That is not a nice dog. I want to give my nice little dog
biscuit to a nice little dog.”

“Oh, dear,” said Mother. “I guess we will have to find another dog.”

Then they saw Mr. Lemon delivering mail across the street. “

Mr. Lemon!” Jimmy shouted. “We have two dog biscuits!”

Janet called out, “We’re going to give them to a nice dog!”

“Lucky dog!” Mr. Lemon called back.

After a while they met a big black dog. “I’m sure this dog would like two dog biscuits,” said Mother.

The dog was hungry. He barked.
Woof-woof-woof.

“No,” said Jimmy. “I don’t like dogs that bark.”

“Oh, dear,” said Mother. “I guess we will have to find another dog.”

They went on walking. They met big dogs, little dogs, smooth dogs, curly dogs, dogs that sniffed, and dogs that wagged their tails. Each time they met a dog Jimmy and Janet said, “No, I don’t want to give my dog biscuit to
this
dog.”

“Oh, dear, such picky children!” said Mother. “It’s almost time for Daddy to come home, and we have not found the right dog to give the dog biscuits to. What are we going to do?”