"We had a nice time out side, didn't we?", heartened he only remembered the good bits, not the fallings out. One of my more successful mornings at devising co-operative play then.
Farmer Rex's running ducks are out and about. Penguin like they leggit from me, stumbling over tussocks of grass, and head for the paddock without a backward glance.
It arrived with a hug and brightens my windowsill.
Bit of that
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