Last night fart and I were sitting out on the porch, in the dark. He was giving me a gentle brushing – as is my want that time of night – or I moan at him until I do get my brushing.
No, I am NOT a control freak! Just believe in maintaining my quality of living.
Anyway, I was staring at something in the dark which was not quite right.
‘Mole hills’, Fart said.
‘Nope, not,’ I said.
Just then, another molehill ran out of the dark and the two of them ran off into the dark.
Our bouncers are back with the warmer weather.
I stood up, put my tail in the air and pranced inside, giggling.
‘Energetic mole hills, Fart?’ - Silly little man!
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