you are my sunshine
Monday, May 28, 2007
A rustling in the bushes, I'm being observed.
(Peers into bush)
Oh, hi, Stinktier, whatcha doin' in the bushes?
Want a pistachio nut?
No, no- no need to bite or spray, I'm walking away now, have fun in the bushes.
(Sweet kid, but strange)
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