My Grandpa and Grandma Brown live in a
wonderful town called Prescott, Arizona. You get there by driving
for hours and hours, up a steep, twisting road that always makes me
carsick. The best thing to do for this, my mother says, is to eat
lemon drops. Lemon drops are candy, but they're not very good candy.
I eat them, but they don't make me feel much better. All they do is
make me hate lemon drops, because they remind me of being carsick.
Grandpa and Grandma live outside of
town. There are pine trees and big rocks with moss on them, around
their house. You can go out any time and find horny toads and
lizards to play with, and at night, there are animals yipping, and
Grandpa says they're foxes.
