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FAWN'S MASK
Once upon a time, there lived two
 s on a
 in Mountain Grove, Ontario. Their names were Fawn and Spot. Fawn was a tan
coloured cow and Spot was a black and white coloured cow.
"Fawn!" Spot yelled. "What are you doing with that foolish
 on your face?
You look ridiculous!"
"How did you know it was me?" asked Fawn.
"It's not hard to tell," laughed Spot. "Your face may be covered up, but the
rest of your body isn't."
"Oh," said Fawn. "I forgot about the rest of me."
"What are you doing anyway?" asked Spot.
"I'm going trick-or-treating," said Fawn.
"Oh no!" cried Spot. "Fawn, you can't go trick-or-treating!"
"And why not!" cried Fawn.
"Because, in case you have forgotten, you are a
cow," said Spot. "cows do not go
trick-or-treating."
"Well, this cow is going trick-or-treating," said Fawn. "Are you going to come
with me?"
"Oh no!" cried Spot. "Why do you always get these weird ideas. I'm not going
with you!"
"What if I get thrown in jail?" asked Fawn angrily. "Who is going to bail me
out? Some friend you are!"
"Oh all right," said Spot. "I'll go with you, but I'm not wearing a
mask."
"It's alright," laughed Fawn. "You won't have to. You're already wearing your
 ."
"Fawn!" exclaimed Spot angrily.
Halloween night finally rolled around. Fawn was very anxious to go
trick-or-treating, but Spot wasn't. However, she knew that she had to go with
Fawn because someone had to keep him out of trouble.
"Hey Spot!" exclaimed Fawn, holding up his full
 . "This is so much fun! Look
at all the
 that I've got."
Poor Spot didn't care how much
candy Fawn had. She was miserable. She was cold
and she was tired.
"Let's go home now," said Spot. "You've got enough
candy. I'm tired."
"Look," said Fawn. "Why don't you go on home? I'll be alright. I won't be too
much longer."
Reluctantly, Spot went home all by herself.
"What trouble could Fawn get into anyway?" Spot reassured herself.
It felt so nice to lie down in her nice warm stall. Soon, Spot was fast asleep.
Spot awoke sometime during the night. She could see lights flashing outside. She
got up and looked out the window.
"I knew I shouldn't have left him alone," said Spot when she saw Fawn being
escorted out of a police
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"Okay there boy," Mr. Hansen, Fawn and Spot's owner, said to Fawn as he led him
into the barn. "In you go."
"Fawn," said Spot. "What happened?"
"Well," said Fawn. "After you left me, I knocked over someone's jack-o-lantern
and I banged into someone's
 . It went flying."
"Fawn," said Spot. "Where's all your
candy?"
"I got so hungry in the police
car," said Fawn. "I ate it."
"You are going to be sick tomorrow," said Spot.
Fawn was very sick the next day. He stayed in his stall the whole day. At dinner
time, Mr. Hansen came to see Fawn.
"Okay Fawn," said Mr. Hansen. "I know you aren't feeling well, but that
porch railing has to be mended and I'm not doing it."
With his head hung low, Fawn walked into town. He mended the
railing as best as
he could. After that, Fawn went back to the barn and slept.
"Spot," said Fawn once he had awaken. "I'll never go trick-or-treating again,
unless, of course, you come with me and you stay with me!"
"Fawn," said Spot. "I am going to have to go everywhere that you go from now on.
I can't leave you alone for two seconds without you getting into some kind of
trouble."
"You are a real friend," said Fawn.
"Well," said Spot. "Friends are supposed to be there to help each other out when
they are needed."
"Yes," thought Fawn for a moment. "You are right. Goodnight Spot."
"Goodnight Fawn," said Spot.
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FAWN AND SPOT
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