Thursday, 19 December 2013

The smell.

Rusty the Squirrel was in the garden, he could smell something,

He sniffed at the top of the fence. It was not on there.



He sniffed on the side of the fence. It was not there.


He looked in the bushes


It was not there


He sat and wondered where can it be?
The he jumped from the fence, 



Todays photo of the day




Rusty had found what he could smell, a new parrot bar had appeared in the tree.

Alright I know go to your room, you are loosing the plot again.

Until tomorrow...





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