"That is not your worry," said Patrick."Your worry is to get well.
The grownups will take care of the rest."
Patrick had spent the morning going over finances. He had no
way to come up with $7000.00 for PJ's surgery.
"But," insisted PJ. "The President says we are in an ecoNOmoney.
Are you sure we can find that much money?"
"Will we be able to find enough money?" asked PJ.
"I pawmise," said Molly, "it's simple."
Everyone stopped in surprise to listen to what Molly would say next.
In Patrick's mind, it was anything but simple.
"We'll have to have a FUNraiser," smiled Molly. "Maybe an auction!"
We will auction off our valuables to the highest bidder."
"Whatever it takes," said Patrick, wishing that he was rich so Cricket
would not have to give up her beautiful necklace.
"That's not such a bad idea," said Patrick. "You don't sleep
in it anyway." Still we are a long way from 7000.00.
"I want to have the opawration," said PJ. "I want to get better
and tell the world about puppy mills, just like I pawmised my mother."
"How can I start right now?" asked PJ. "I'm still sick."
"The Rescue Picnic!" declared Cricket. "You can start teaching people
about puppy mills there."
"And we can tell people about our fun-raiser there too!" said Molly.
Patrick wasn't sure what to make of it all, but he had learned to trust the
"Time for bed little man," said Patrick.