
I went to my friend's Sara's house...she has a big cow pasture out back behind her house. When you think of pastures, you might get an image in your head of rolling green hills, but not so in West Texas...it's quite a barren desert, cactus, and dirt...lots of dirt.
We started off with icecream and then we went outside to Sara's old house. We played around in there for a little bit, until Sara asked if we wanted to see something cool. Gabi and I were all for it. She told us that we were going to rescue this baby bird, so we went to the shed and got a ladder, then Sara's dad saw us and told us to put the ladder back. His exact words were "Uh..uh".
After putting the ladder up, we decided we would mess around in the pasture. While in the pasture, we saw coyote tracks. Gabi got scared, but me and Sara kept on. We walked way out into the pasture to see where Sara's pond was going to be...we walked very far and it was very hot.
Then Gabi suggested that we go to her pasture and we did.

We almost got a lizard, but Sara stepped on it's tail, and it ran because it's tail fell off!
We went back to Sara's and that's when my mom showed up. I thought beer was Coca Cola! Gross!
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Never drink from strange cans...
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