Good morning! Β Iβm eating my hay first this morning. Β Why?β because someone made a poopie in my feed dish!
Β Β βItβs something we cooked up just for you, Francis!β
You shouldnβt have, Stormy. Β Anyway, hereβs a lovely picture of Anya and Sophie in front of Maryβs tree in Mason City:
And here they are, playing in the snow!
Iβm glad some people like snow! π΄