Bruce's Blustery Day

Excitedly, Bruce set out to find the barn. He dashed through mud puddles, getting very dirty. Using his shiny black puppy nose to guide him, he zigzagged to and fro, polka-dot ears flapping in the wind, paintbrush tail waving tall. He was determined to find the barn. Just as Bruce was about to give up looking, it stopped raining, and he stood in front of a large red barn. Filled with relief and exhausted from his journey, Bruce crept into the barn and promptly fell asleep on the dry hay bales inside. Bruce awoke to the sound of a hooty hooo. “You see,” Wesley the wise old barn owl said as he flew down from his perch in the rafters, “this barn belongs to a nice family who might just be in need of a watchdog. We will see what Alice and Andy think.” “Who are Alice and Andy?” asked Bruce as he playfully jumped down from the hay bales, wagging his