This summer I was spoiled by my neighbor Russ' raspberry bushes. I was allowed to pick and eat all I wanted. Now that raspberry season's over, I've been distraught. I point out to the street at the bushes, saying "baaa, baaa" (berries berries). Today Papa took me down the street to the freeway barrier and showed me all these new blackberries! I know how to pick the ripe ones. Looks like I have a few stored in my cheeks. Yum!
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