Kasimoto and Little Buddie always have so much fun together.
They love to wrestle and play.  They both like to pretend they are
wrestlers on TV.   Now it was fall and they helped Dr. Doright rake the
leaves into big piles.  “Vell,” said Dr. Doright, “this vork of vaking
veaves certainly is inviggerating.”  “I can veally veel the brud pumping
in and out of my brud pumping heart!”   “Me too,” said Little Buddie.
“Not me,” said Kasimoto, “I am big strong sumo.” “This work is easy.”
When they were finished, Dr. Doright invited everyone in for some hot
cocoa and peanut butter cookies.   Yum!   Then Little Buddie asked
Kasimoto if he wanted to go play in the leaf pile.  “You bet!” said
Kasimoto, and out they went to play.
     Little Buddie and Kasimoto had so much fun wrestling in the
leaves.  First Kasimoto got little Buddie in a head lock.  “Oh, oh, you
have a good head lock, Kasimoto, but I can get free,” said Little
Buddie.   “You not get free from Kasimoto less you cry aunt.”  “You
mean uncle,” said little buddie, as he slipped from Kasimoto’s grasp
and maneuvered around to place him in a full nelson.  “Now it is you
who must cry uncle, Kasimoto.”  But just as Little Buddie said that,
Kasimoto again turned the tables and with his enormous strength
sent Little Buddie flying through the air.   Floosh!  Little buddie went
shooting down through the leaves.   Kasimoto was worried he might
have hurt his friend.  As he whispered a short prayer for Little
Buddie’s safety he cried out, “Little Buddie, I am so sorry I flung you
so far.” “Are you OK, Little Buddie?”   Kasimoto heard no reply.  He
became worried that he had hurt his best friend.   He called out again,
“Little Buddie, I am really sorry.” “Please answer me!”   Still no reply.
“Oh no!  I have harmed my best friend!” exclaimed Kasimoto as he
ran to the house to find Dr. Doright.
     “Dr. Doright!” yelled Kasimoto.  “Come quick, I have killed my best
friend, Little Buddie.”   “Vhat are vou hollering about?” asked Dr.
Doright.  Kasimoto repeated himself.   “Oh no!” exclaimed Dr. Doright.
“Surely vou arst mistaken.” “Vou couldn’t have killed Little Buddie.”
“He is only plastic, like vou!”   Kasimoto explained to Dr. Doright all
about what had happened.  Dr. Doright grabbed Kasimoto, put him in
his pocket, and ran for the leaf pile.
      When they reached the leaf pile Kasimoto pointed out about
where Little Buddie had landed.   Dr. Doright frantically pawed
through the leaves looking for his Little Buddie.  Finally, when he
reached the bottom of the pile, there was no Little Buddie to be found!
Dr. Doright sent Kasimoto to the house to fetch his eyeglass.  Then,
with his eyeglass he carefully inspected the ground.
     He was busily searching the ground when Kasimoto called out,
“Dr. Doright, look!” “Here is a hole in the ground.”   Dr. Doright looked
into the hole with his glass.  “My oh my!” “I think I can see the top of
Little Buddie’s head!” “Bring my flashlight!”  Dr. Doright shined his
flashlight deep into the gopher hole as he peered through the
eyeglass.  Sure enough, he saw Little Buddie’s head.   He called out
to Little Buddie, “Little Buddie, Is that vou head I sees down in this
deep hole?”  From deep in the hole Dr. Doright could hear a faint cry.
It was Little Buddie.  He was thanking the Lord that he had been
found as he cried out, “It is I Dr. Doright.” “I am fine, but I do not like
this hole.” “It is very dark and I am afraid, but I know the Lord will save
me!”   “I vill save you.” cried Dr. Doright into the hole, “He has sent
me!”  Then Dr. Doright sent Kasimoto for some fishing line.  He was
going to fish Little Buddie out of the gopher hole.
     Suddenly Little Buddie cried out, “Oh, oh, something is tickling my
little tootsies!”   “Vhat!” shouted Dr. Doright, “Vou must have hitted
youse head in your fall.”  “No, no,” “I did not hit my head.” “Something
furry is tickling my little tootsies!”  “Furry!” exclaimed Dr. Doright.  “Oh
no! A gopher vants to eat my Little Buddie! Oh no, oh no!”
     But to everyone’s further surprise Little Buddie began rising up in
the hole.  “Oh oh, I am being pushed up,” cried Little Buddie.  “I am
coming up on a furry elevator!”  With that, Little Buddie was pushed
completely out of the hole by Mr. Gopher!  Kasimoto was leaping for
joy.  He ran up and gave his best friend a big hug.  “I loves you Little
Buddie.  You is my best friend.  I thought you were a goner!”  Little
Buddie shed tears of joy and told Kasimoto and Dr. Doright how he
had prayed to the Lord to save him from the deep dark hole.   Dr.
Doright exclaimed, as he often does when he is overjoyed, “Lets go
fishing!”