“Do you think we have enough?” Tuff asked.
Newman looked down at the square containers filled with pink stacks of pancake looking goodies.
“What is that?” he asked and gave an open yellow carton a lick. His black and white face beamed. “I like it,” Newman said. “It’s salty.”
Tuff scolded the calf, “Don’t lick it.”
“It’s playdough,” Banjo said, as he walked toward