Saturday, February 12, 2011

We can smell it on the breeze.

We're there kiddies. The Park.
"We know, Dad. We can smell it in the air."



Smell what, Daisy-Mae ?
"Possum poop, Dad."
Oh. Lovely. Well that's something to look forward to.


"I can smell it too, Dad."
Jolly good, Monty.

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