Lynettea told me he was a very cheerful young man and a good worker. She shouted at me when I tried to test the paint. It would have stuck on my pretty soft fur, according to her.
Not much else happened. I went out a couple of times to inspect the yard, towing Lynettea
|Twilight: the remains of the day|
|The birds have settled onto branches in secret places in the trees|
|I am distressed at the daily news, but can do nothing about it.|
|Now is the time for cats to seek prey.|
|But all I can find is a tortoise made of clay.|
Why she doesn't want to stand under the crabapple tree and poke for insects I don't know.