OUR PET THINGS.

Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 90, 12 October 1929, Page 18

OUR PET THINGS.

"Wo have a dog; it is not very old, but .it ia big. When we play ball it takes the ball and we have to chase it to get..the..ball. Wo have some fun with it, because when it gets the ball it will never drop it." '

"SAILOK BOY."

Upper Hutt,

DEAR ONES,

acorn in my pocket,

I have an oak tree that's my very, very own, 'cos it once was an

You see, whole years ago I went for a holiday to Nelson. And some people had a house called the "Long Look-Out," because that's what it did . . . stood high, and looked out and away and away to the sea. And there were lawns that sloped and trees.

And after, I found in a forgotten coat a pebble from the path, a red, curled leaf, a few shrivelled petals, and an acorn.

And because I thought it never would grow, but didn't seem fair not to let it try, I put it in the ground by the door-step.

And when I noticed it again it was too big to move. And now with every springtime its twigs break into life and it shakes out small green banners so gladly that I love it and love it.

But it isn't really fair, and that makes me miserable . . . 'cos it should be able to stretch tall branches in the high air towards where ihe sea lies dreaming. And it's never going to be able to because of the doorstep. And what'll I do? .

-^fcl.sA-.