佚名 / Anonymous Mr. Dawson was an old groud everyoow. Kids dared not to go into his yard to pick a yummy apple， because Dawson， they said， would e after you with his BB gun. When， one Friday， Ja and Amy got ough to his house， Dawsoh his usual frown. But whe ut on a broad smile and said， “Hello！ Miss Amy. I see you’ve got a little...