Saturday, August 18, 2012

Do wishes really come true?

With the sun low in the western sky, we clambered down the hill.  Hay bale silhouettes dotted the horizon, and lucky for us, we knew the way back.  Chick and Blue followed closely, hoping to spot another deer or two, but no such luck.

By the time we reached the Mansion, it was too late to begin the search for Smoke's kittens.  Morning is the best time to finish an adventure, anyway.

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