I took off my cap. It was hotter than it was at Grandma's. But I bet my 
nephew was hot as Iraq. He deserves it for being such a snob. I knew people who 
was his age and were MUCH MUCH MUCH mature. In fact, Bill was, and he was ten!
	It was so hot; a Ninetails would be comfortable, if they were real.
	"Lizzy!"
	"What?" Bill ran into the forest.
	"Take Misty on a walk." 'Lazy. He doesn't want to do that.' I loved 
walking her. We would run by a nearby street, then take the shortcut home. 
Following that, we would go into the forest to cool off.
Misty was busy chasing Bill's arm that she didn't notice the leash.
	"I'll take her."
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	"Why are boys so lazy?" I scratched her head. She rolled over in 
contentment so much, she fell off the bail of straw. "Silly dog." I saw 
something red on the ground. "A Poke'ball? Why would that be here?" I picked it 
up. "Wouldn't it be funny if this could catch you Misty?"
	"Gruff." The cockerspeniel wagged her tail. I idly tossed the ball at her.
	That was my biggest mistake.