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McDougal ran around,
kicking sand in the air
While the others angrily
brushed the dirt out of their hair.
“Stop that, McDougal.
You’re making such a mess.”
But he chose to ignore
them; fed up hearing it, I guess.
When one meerkat dug a
tunnel so deep
McDougal snuck inside it
and fell fast asleep.
“Get out of here,
McDougal. Go and dig your own.
This isn’t your tunnel. I
want to be alone.”
So, McDougal hid behind a
bush and wondered what to do.
Wherever he went he made
the others feel blue.
He looked in the sky and
he looked on the ground,
Then climbed up on a rock
without making any sound.
“I like it up here,”
McDougal said with a smile.
“No matter which way I
look, I can see for a mile.”
He sat there all day and
he sat there all night
And avoided the others
and many a fight.
We all have our own space
that’s just there for us;
Like McDougal the
meerkat, covered in brown fuzz. |
