Valentine’s Day Dance
“Fawn,” said Spot. “What are we going to do tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow night,” said Fawn. “I don’t know. Why?”
“No reason,” said Spot, sadly.
Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day and Spot wanted Fawn to take her to the Valentine’s Day Dance tomorrow night. The only problem was that Fawn didn’t know that it was close to Valentine’s Day. When it came to matters of the heart and romance, Fawn just didn’t have a clue.
Spot went outside and saw Jenny Hansen up at the main house. Jenny was visiting her parents in British Columbia for a month or two.
“Hi Jenny,” said Spot.
“Oh hi Spot,” said Jenny. “What is wrong?”
Jenny could tell right away that something was bothering Spot.
“Well,” said Spot. “There is a Valentine’s Day Dance tomorrow night …”
“And let me guess,” interrupted Jenny. “You want Fawn to take you.”
“Yes,” cried Spot. “I do.”
“And,” said Jenny. “Let me guess again, he has no idea that tomorrow is Valentine’s Day does he?”
“That is right,” said Spot.
“Things never change, do they,” said Jenny.
“No,” said Spot. “Fawn will always be Fawn, I’m afraid.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Jenny. “You’ll be going to that dance with Fawn tomorrow night. I guarantee it.”
“Thank you Jenny,” said Spot. “And by the way, I’m so glad you are here.”
“Me too,” said Jenny. “I’ve really missed you guys.”
Jenny saw Fawn later that afternoon, standing in the yard, soaking up the bright winter sun.
“Fawn,” said Jenny.
“Hi Jenny!” exclaimed Fawn. “I’m so glad to see you. Isn’t it a beautiful day?”
“Absolutely,” said Jenny. “And tomorrow is going to be an even more beautiful day.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” said Fawn, looking a little confused.
“What day is tomorrow?” asked Jenny.
“Let me think,” said Fawn, thinking so hard that his eyebrows were crooked.
“Fawn,” said Jenny. “Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.”
“It is,” said Fawn. “No wonder Spot was so cranky this morning.”
“Spot wants you to take her to the Valentine’s Day Dance tomorrow night,” said Jenny.
“Really,” said Fawn.
“Yes really,” said Jenny. “And you are going to take her, aren’t you Fawn?”
“Yes Jenny,” said Fawn. “I will.”
Fawn went into the barn and saw Spot in the kitchen cooking dinner.
“I hope you are ready for tomorrow night,” said Fawn.
“What?” asked Spot, confused.
“Rumor has it that there is a Valentine’s Day Dance tomorrow night,” said Fawn. “I would be delighted if you would join me.”
“Oh Fawn!” exclaimed Spot, crying. “I would love to.”
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