A dramatic reenactment. It was a fine morning I was patrolling the fence when I heard the chattering of a tree rat. I looked up and that stinky thing was ON MY FENCE!
I spirnted into action borking the whole way.
It finally hopped on the garage and then into a tree. By george I do think I saw it stick its tongue out at me. Just you wait Mr Squirrel. One day you will be on my level and its game on!!!!
Smooches,
Poppy
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