After spending another long day in the kitchen day, I made a drink took it outside to relax and watch the chickens scratch. WHEN out of the blue Simba galloped by me (its like having a pony in the yard) there was a screetch and one of the fugative rats flew threw the air by me. YIKES , he grabs it shakes it and throws it again. Marvin comes running in the yard yelling "Get it Simba,, Get it". I am by now standing on my chair, but its not like standing on a kitchen stair is lawn furniture for goodness sake and not so stable. Marvin chant has changed to "Kill it Simba, kill it.
So as Simba proudly marches up to the burying field with his prize and Marvin with his shovel, I say oh while you are out there could you pick some corn, just another day on the farm LOL
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