“Digging Like a Dog” By Evie Hammer

I had stitches on my forehead. They put a little paper over my face, but not over my eyes. I got to have a little prize when I was done.

I got the cut from a shovel. My sister, Bria, was digging with the shovel. I was digging like a dog. When I bent down to dig, while Bria was digging with the shovel, I hit my head on the shovel and cut it.

(Story by permission of her mom).