My name is Lilie Dale and I’m the last one of the three…to write a rhyming story about why we had to flee.
Dollie said some bad guys are trying to hunt us down. I think they might be trying to steal MG’s tinfoil crown.
It must be worth a lot because tinfoil isn’t cheap. It not only makes great crowns, it works to wrap your meat.
I’m a hunter not a fighter. Fighting’s not my thing. I can hunt those bad guys down, but I can’t make them sing.
We’re going home tomorrow and we don’t know what we’ll find. If the bad guys robbed us, I hope they left the crown behind.