“Good Mmorning, Little Friends,” I sing as I scatter sunflower seeds on the rocks beneath the lilac bush. “Here’s your breakfast.”
Minutes later, they came . . .
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It was a fine feast, and a good time was had by all. Especially me.
~ A Joy Warrior's Journey
“Good Mmorning, Little Friends,” I sing as I scatter sunflower seeds on the rocks beneath the lilac bush. “Here’s your breakfast.”
Minutes later, they came . . .
It was a fine feast, and a good time was had by all. Especially me.