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pointed. The truck hadn’t been there for at least ten minutes. In fact, they had already raced in and licked the small, colorful ice cream puddles after the truck had moved down the street.

    â€œYes, it’s been gone for a little while now,” Stick Dog said.
    â€œI just didn’t want us all attacking the truck when it’s not even there. You know what I mean?” Poo-Poo explained. He then sat back on his hind legs and bumped his front paws against each other five or six times. “That would be kind of foolish, don’t you think? We’d all be banging into each other and stuff.”

    Stick Dog looked back and forth a couple of times between Poo-Poo and the empty space where the truck had been. “Do you really think we would try to attack the truck when it isn’t even there?”
    Poo-Poo got back on all fours and sort of shuffled a few steps closer to Stick Dog. He lowered his voice to a whisper and said, “Look, Stick Dog. You and I would probably notice. We are the real brains in this group, after all. But I don’t know about these other guys. You know what I mean?”
    Stick Dog nodded, and Poo-Poo shuffled back to his spot.
    â€œDo you mind if I interrupt, Stick Dog?” asked Karen. She was polite enough towait until Poo-Poo stopped whispering and returned to his place.
    â€œNo. Not at all.”
    â€œIt’s the brown one. That’s my favorite,” she said. “My mind changed back again. Just thought you should know.”

    â€œOkay, Karen,” he said. “I’m glad you told me.”
    â€œNo problem. No problem at all.”
    Stripes spoke up next. She was a little envious that the others had come up with important observations, and she had worked very hard to come up with one of her own. It wasn’t always easy to be surrounded by so many dogs with so many smart ideas. It made her try extra-hard.
    â€œI have an observation to make too, Stick Dog.”
    â€œOkay, Stripes. What is it?”
    â€œWhen I was watching that truck, I think I noticed something really important,” shebegan. “You know how those ice cream drips made those colorful puddles?”
    â€œMmm-hmm.”
    â€œWell, it’s about those drips,” Stripes continued, but her voice slowed down. It was almost like the pressure got to her a little bit. Now her idea was kind of evaporating out of her mind. She was so concerned about coming up with a great observation. Then she came up with one. And then she got so excited about actually coming up with an idea that she forgot what it was.
    â€œYes? About the drips?” Stick Dog encouraged.
    â€œUmm, I think, umm. Those drips,” Stripes murmured, and waited. She really hoped that great observation would pop back into her mind. But it didn’t. So she said, “They’re drippy.”

    Stick Dog stared at Stripes, but not for very long. That’s because Karen decided now would be a good time to say something again.
    â€œStick Dog?”
    Stick Dog held up his paw. “Don’t tell me,” he said. “The yellowish ice cream puddle is now your favorite again, right?”
    â€œNo, Mister Furry Pants,” Karen said, and smiled. She was pretty happy that Stick Dog hadn’t guessed what she was going to say. “I just thought you should know that my mind hasn’t changed since the last time. Light brown is still my favorite.”
    Stick Dog closed his eyes and nodded. “Okay,” he whispered.
    â€œWait a minute, wait a minute,” Karen said, and snapped her head up and looked off into the distance. Then she lowered herhead to look at Stick Dog again. “Yep, that’s right. Still light brown. Thought maybe my mind changed again there for a minute. But it didn’t.”
    â€œOkay,” Stick Dog sighed, and addressed them all. “Let’s see if I got all the information from you guys that we’ll need to get our paws on