Sunday, January 22, 2006

dogshit

this morning my daughter, husband and I went to a farm to look at some animals. We saw cows there. But the one favorite cow of my daughter called Annabel was´nt there. Also its pal Molly, who is a donkey. So, after being there not too long we decided to return back home. On the way home, when we didn`t look for a second my little girl found a heap of a something and decided to step in it right away. Great! Idea. After a while I found out she doesn`t smell so tasty anymore. Actually it was after she decided: I don´t want to walk anymore but want to be carried home on papas shoulders...

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