“Let’s go meet him at the dock!”
The Binkleys left their plates and climbing over the rope, they ran across the grass, paying no mind to the blankets and picnic baskets they clamored over en route.
“There are so many people, how are we ever gonna find him?”
“Look for his hair…Hey!” Jeb pointed. “There’s Missuh’ Longfellow or whatever his name is.
“Leo! Yoohoo! Leo!” Bobby Sue waved with vigor.
Mrs. Longhorn heard them before her husband did. Upon seeing Jeb shirtless beneath his overalls, she blushed and tapped Mr. Longhorn on the shoulder. He looked over and grimaced as the Binkley’s ambled toward their party.
“It’s the Longhorn ship!” Realized the Mayor.
Suddenly there were dozens of hands of congratulations patting Mr. Longhorn’s shoulders. The noise was deafening: the shoutin
