I wasn’t going to ask, really. I was studiously ignoring Miss B while she tromped through the house at the behest of her brother, returning outside with overly large cups of water. No, I told myself, I’ll just pretend I’m not seeing that. It’s what I do sometimes to keep my sanity.
Alas, curiosity got the better of (as it often does). I peeked outside to see what they were doing:
They were searching for worms, so they could catch a bird. This was about as successful as their attempt to catch a rabbit.
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