Friday, August 26, 2016

gack

Through the window I saw a squirrel balancing on the narrow rim of the oak rain barrel. Hanging by its toes, it leaned down, down, down for a drink.
I wonder what it thought when the goldfish zipped up for a closer look, eyeball to eyeball?
Gulp.
Gulp.
Gulp.
Gaaaaaaack!!!

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