The scene in the yard is peaceful, hanging gifts gently blowing in the wind and resting in the sun, some gently melting, some rolling from their hiding spots. But that would be the ruckus. Quiet. Bird chirps can be distinguished from one another. I heard a bumblebee. And then...
All hell breaks loose!
She was supposed to find her bike last, but apparently she sensed it from the front yard
Next year she'll have competition
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