Jack's pack were out and about early. They woofed their way past hurling greetings that rocked the small green car from side to side.
The brownish orange pattern of the corn-snake called sweetie is so beautiful. She drapes it around her neck where it hangs like a piece of surreal jewelry flicking it's tongue. I avoid the head end and pretend to be brave. There is a baby that fits into the palm of a hand and a royal python who certainly would not! Apparently they go shopping with their owners sometimes.
Rhythmic tap of the sieve followed by the magic of white flour falling into a glass bowl.
Bit of that
Playing with clean hands in the flour of Aunt Alma's bread bowl, until she's ready to add the rest of the ingredients and start kneading.
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