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     "Today, I'm taking you to the park!" Roy 

the Ranger said. 

     Buddy Bison's eyes grew big. A park! he 

thought. Buddy had seen pictures of all kinds 

of parks but he had never been to one. All he 

knew was the land around the ranch. Some 

small hills... some mud to roll in... a little 

fountain of water for him to drink from... but 

no other animals like Buddy. Just a few cows 

and chickens. 

     Roy walked Buddy into the big, open 

trailer.   Buddy snuggled into the warm hay and 

began to imagine what kind of park he was 

going to.   He pictured a tiny park in the nearby 

town with a bench, a few flowers and trees. 

    A nice place to sit and watch the people go 

by, he thought.

     Or maybe he would go to a bigger park 

with a swing and a climber.   Buddy pictured 

himself flying high in the swing.

     Maybe he would go to a park that had a big 

baseball field.   Buddy saw himself running 

around the bases.  

     Home run for Buddy Bison!   Yaaayyyy!

     Perhaps Roy was taking him to a historic 

park to see a famous building like the Lincoln 

Memorial or the White House. 

     “Good Morning, Mr. President!” Buddy 

imagined saying.

     But maybe he was going far away from the 

city to a park with a big lake and lots of hiking 

trails.   Buddy could take a long walk along the 

shoreline and enjoy watching the birds and 

bunnies.

     There were also parks along the ocean, 

Buddy knew.   He thought about sliding down a 

sand dune and romping in the surf of the sea.

     Or maybe he was going to a park along a 

wild river.   Buddy pictured himself riding a raft 

through the rapids.

     I hope I don’t fall in!   he thought.

     They drove for a long, long time.   Buddy 

fell asleep dreaming of all the possibilities. 

When he awoke, Buddy found himself in a 

strange landscape.   Steep, rocky mountains-- 

so much taller than the hills on the ranch--

blocked the sky.   Deep evergreen forests gave 

way to flat open fields with pillars of steam 

rising from the ground.

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