Every evening we pick dandelion leaves for the bunners. They love, love, love those greens and the kids, being so low to the ground, are so good at picking them. Little Lincoln went under the fence and started munching on the Sisters' bushes. We got him out of there quickly. The Sisters don't like my critters crossing over to their yard. What was I thinking when I bought a place right next to a couple of nuns? They don't like anyone breaking the rules, and I seem to be doing a lot of that lately. I guess that's the "protest" in "Protestant."
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