For Agent #7

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Deacon’s a young boy who

likes to do lots of things.

You never know each day

what he will be doing.

Monday I went to see

him at his home and saw

he was being stubborn

and kept saying, “Hee-haw!”

He was down on the floor

and on his hands and knees.

Once in a while he kicked

out both his legs and feet.

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I asked Deacon, “Just what

are you trying to be?”

Again he said, “Hee-haw!”

and, “I am a donkey.”

I thought, “Oh wow. I should

have known that’s what he was

because he was stubborn

and made the sound hee-haw.”

Deacon’s a good donkey.

That’s what he was Monday.

I had no idea

what he’d do on Tuesday.

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Tuesday I went to see

him at his home again.

He was down on his hands

and knees and was barkin’.

He would give a loud bark

and then a woof he’d do.

He sniffed being friendly,

and growled protective too.

He even wagged his butt

as if he had a tail.

He rubbed his ears on me

and whined a little wail.

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I asked Deacon, “Just what

are you trying to be?”

Again he barked and said,

“I am a dog silly.”

I thought, “I should have known

from the bark, growl, and sniff

that he’s a dog being

friendly and protective.”

Deacon is a good dog.

That’s what he was Tuesday.

I had no idea

what he would do Wednesday.

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Wednesday I went to see

Deacon who was out back.

He’s pretending to fly

and yelling, “Quack, quack, quack!”

He flew to a small pool

and sat his butt in it.

He pretended to float,

to catch, and eat small fish.

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　I asked Deacon, “Just what

are you doing out back?”

He said, “I am a duck.”,

and gave a loud, “Quack! Quack!”

I thought, “I should have know

from swimming, fish eating,

flying, and quacking that

a duck he was being.”

Deacon is a good duck.

That’s what he was Wednesday.

I had no idea

what he would do Thursday.

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Thursday I went to see

Deacon who was outside.

He was being quiet

and pretending to fly.

He would try to land on

a flower or the grass,

but he’s too big and hit

the ground. I watched and laughed.

He tried to fly once more

and land on a tree limb.

The limb broke and he fell.

Again, I laughed at him.

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I asked Deacon, “What are

you trying to fly like?”

He said, “I’m a pretty

and graceful dragonfly.”

I thought, “I never would

have guessed that one correct.”

“You must practice some more.”

is what I told him next.

Deacon tried to be a

dragonfly on Thursday.

He needs to practice more.

What will he do Friday?

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　Friday I went to see

Deacon who was in a

ball and rolling around.

Not one word did he say.

I took another look

at him and I did say,

“Deacon I think I know

what you’re doing today.

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You look like a donut.

You have done this one well.

Round with hole in middle.

That was easy to tell.”

Deacon tried to be a

donut Friday and he

did very good. I guessed

what he’s supposed to be.

The weekends almost here.

Tomorrows Saturday.

I wonder what he’ll do

tomorrow and Sunday.

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　Saturday I went to

see Deacon who was in

the grass sitting down and

seemed to blow in the wind.

He held his arms and hands

like they’re leaves on a stem.

They also waved and moved

like the wind’s blowing them.

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　I said Deacon, “It looks

like the wind’s blowing you.”

He said, “It is. I’m a

flower, with stem, leaves too.

I’m a dandelion.

I’ll be one for two days.

Today and tomorrow.

Saturday and Sunday.”

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This week ends for Deacon.

He has done lots of things.

Soon a new week begins.

What will he be doing?