"The squirrel's ate my pumpkins," I moaned to my husband."Is that a secret code for something?" he wondered."NO! I had a whole bunch of pumpkins on the front stoop and the squirrels massacred them. Look!"I pointed out the window to our front lawn. There lay three pumpkins
or what was left of them. They were strewn about the lawn with big chunks gnawed out."How'd they get down there?" asked my husband."Apparently the squirrels not only ate my pumpkins, they also played [...]
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