“Wahoo!” Tuff hollered. “It’s officially summer!” The sun was shining, budding spring green blanketed the pastures, and birds were singing from treetop to treetop. Tuff was as busy as the bees on the hunt for blooming flowers. He moved a tarp to the hillside, pulled a tablecloth out of the shop, scurried back and forth from the barn with boxes and finally wheeled an ancient barbecue grill from its hiding. “What are you up to?” Banjo asked. “You said get Rascal and Virginia,” Tuff said. “That’s what I’m doing.” Tuff whisked the barbecue’s dusty blanket cover and blew the remaining...

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