BAH'S MOTHER WEAVING NAVAJO BLANKET
In fact, he'd started his story! He'd started it with a poem (at least he thought it a poem) and that is what he clutched in his pocket when Father chided him. He was going to show it to Bah and her mother.
He was going to ask them what they thought of it and he was going to tell them all about the contest, and how he'd planned to win the radio without telling his parents!
How astonished they'd be, and how Father would stare when he saw the radio arrive with his son's name engraved thereon—
"Winner of Composition Contest."
His dreams accompanied Billy all the way to the Trading Post. There he had a hurried breakfast of milk and crackers, allowed Peanuts to graze a bit in the clover, and after buying some funny chocolates in the forms of objects, animals, birds and fishes which he thought would amuse Bah, he was off in search of his new-made friends—and information.
BAH'S FATHER STRETCHING A SKIN