Joe trudged through the white sheet of snow, prepared with his handy bucket to pluck the first sprigs of spring. It was his usual daily visit to the old lady’s garden these days where a prolific amount of tiny green whiskers seemed to pop up everywhere.
In springtime, Joe was always a bluster, accompanied by his evil cat, Morticia, who would happily sprint along with him, seemingly conscious of his dastardly behavior. The old lady was now bed bound and on her good days, wondered why Joe never brought her the usual vase of flowering buds to her bedside. It seems Joe had grown tired of this chore and nipped it in the bud.
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Joe is not welcome in my garden! Great story!
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Thank you
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Thanks for the inclusion in your tale Cheryl
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You are always welcome!
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🙂
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