Page 7 - Jewel and the Beauvoir Bite
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Always the optimist, Jewel held her head, ears, and tail up high and began racing down the second grade hallway to Ms. Desaulniers’ office. Jewel knew that her personal owner simply loved drinking Diet Cokes, and she immediately spotted a Christmas tree of Cokes stacked on Ms. D’s desk. “Surely someone must be in there,” thought Jewel.
Nope. Empty.
