Blueberries at the Yellow House

A Day in the Life

We rode down to the Yellow House on our bike today. I have to wear a hat to keep my helmet on. We are eating the berries because no one else comes here, blueberries and black raspberries! I am a very good berry picker, and I love the shiney ripe ones. I don’t mind geen ones at all either. We walk around and around, looking at everything and hoping, and putting the trash people leave in the trashcans where it belongs.

We might live here one day, before Christmas maybe. No one lives here so we have to ask the bank if we can trade all the money we will ever have for this house. I think that will be a pretty good trade because money tastes gross and you’re not allowed to play with it anyway. This house tastes yummy, with berries and sage and lemon balm and green apples and plums and sunshine. And there’s lots to play with.

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