I really can’t figure out my person sometimes. My trails are full of pricklers. You’re supposed to stay away from them, but lately my person has been stopping and taking pictures of them.
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Come on, person. Let’s get on with our walk. What do you want pictures of those darn pricklers for anyway? They’re here all the time. It’s not like they’re something special or anything.
I’m really losing my patience, person. Can’t you at least just click and walk?
Do you believe it? She’s stooping down to get closer to those pricklers.
What was that you said, person? I thought it sounded like “Ouch!”
You what? You got pricked? See, I told you that would happen. Will you listen to me now?
Oh no, now what are you doing? There aren’t even any cacti here. Well at least you won’t get stuck.









































