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hopping up and down.
    "So was your secret a great wake-up routine?" asked Sleepee.
    "Nope!" said Erlee.
    "Was your secret a great bedtime routine?" asked Sleepee.
    "Nope!" said Erlee again.
    "Well, what was your secret?" demanded Sleepee.
    "My secret was putting together a great bedtime routine with a great wake-up routine that I call the "Bed-a-Wake" routine. Like Wisee the wise owl knows, the first one up gets to eat break­fast first!" said Erlee the early riser.

The Heard of Buffalo

    Moonie the calf longed for a large bell to wear around his neck like the one Bella the bell cow wore as the leader of the herd, so he could ring everyone on the cattle range.
    One day the large bell around Bella's neck began ringing for all the young calves to gather at Chuck's wagon, as the summer grazing season was coming to an end, and soon the herd of calves would be moving out for the drive back to school.
    "Now that you all are old enough, the time has come for everyone to get a bell for school," said Bella the bell cow.
    "Yee-hah!" cheered the group of calves.
    "But here are the terms and conditions of our family bell plan that you'll need to heed before our bell man, Billy the goat, issues your first bell. First, there's no range roaming without permission. Secondly, stay within ringing range of my bell. Last but not least, if trouble should arise, start ringing your bell," instructed Bella.
    All the calves nodded in "udder" agreement and then went off to play a game of cow hide-and-seek. The group of calves needed no prodding when they voted hooves down for Moonie the calf to be the seeker, because he was known for not being the brightest burner on the range, and he stood out from the herd with his tall cowlick.
    The game began, and Moonie sought far and wide for the hiding calves, crossing the creek and roaming onto another range. Moonie had strayed so far into the new range that he had gone out of Bella's ringing range.
    Suddenly, a strange creature Moonie had never seen before came running up to him and said, "Hello, I'm Buffy the buffalo!"
    "I've never heard of a buffalo," said Moonie.
    "That's because we don't have bells," replied Buffy.
    "How come you don't have a bell?" asked Moonie.
    "Our herd leader says bells are too expensive where the buffalo roam," stated Buffy. "So what kind of bell are you wearing?"
    "It's just a plain bell with a standard ring tone, but I want a large bell with all the whistles," replied Moonie.
    "How about I trade you my rare antique coin for your bell? That way you'll have enough money to upgrade to a large bell," offered Buffy.
    Moonie chewed on his cud for a while, thinking how he could be the most talked-about calf among his peers in the herd by being the first calf with a large bell that had unlimited range-wide ringing.
    "OK, you've got a deal!" declared Moonie.
    As Moonie and Buffy were completing their trade, a huge, dark storm began brewing on the buffalo range. Moonie sensed he'd better get hoofing back to the herd as fast as he could before the storm arrived, knowing the herd would be moving out for school.
    Meanwhile, back on the cattle range, the trail driver to school had noticed the same storm brewing and came driving up to Bella. "It's time to head'em up and move'em out!" he shouted.
    Bella began ringing her large bell as hard as she could to gather the herd. All the calves that were in hiding heard her bell, and they all formed a large group around the herd leader. Bella had started doing a head count when she noticed what was not standing out from the herd, and that was Moonie's tall cowlick.
    "Anyone heard from Moonie?" asked Bella.
    Before anyone could answer, the winds started blowing, tumbleweeds were rolling, and the rain came pouring, as the storm arrived earlier than expected. The creek Moonie had crossed was filling up fast, and he had no bell to ring if trouble arose, so he had to use his young, springy legs to quickly jump from rock to rock to cross the creek before it

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