Jim threw a stick for us.
Sometimes Charlie got the stick.
Jim and Jean have a big wood pile in the back yard. Charlie spends a lot of time sniffing around the wood pile. There's probably a chipmunk or something living in there. Charlie pokes his head in the pile and sniffs away. I don't see the big deal with the wood pile. I would rather chase a stick.
Sometimes I just like chewing on a stick.
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