1. Among the trembling grasses at Wellington Rocks, two small blonde heads.
2. Three men hunt backwards and forwards on the cricket pitch boundary for a lost set of car keys. They are found in a pocket -- much to everyone's relief.
3. A bite of praline in a spoonful of icecream.
I can relate directly to the lost keys. I've put them in the wrong pocket so many times and then hunted everywhere but there, because I never put them there.
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This morning on my way into work I counted *seven* squirrels in one tiny tree - this tree couldn't have been more than a couple of years old. There was a big burly one who had something that the others really wanted. I swear, I didn't know squirrels could make noises like that!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the key story. It called to mind my hand in a lost set. I inadvertently picked up keys that looked exactly liked my own as I left a copy center counter, only to find them in my pocket a few hours later.
ReplyDeleteToo late to give the guy a ride home from the store (gasp!) but in time to avoid a key duplication effort.
Still -- even ten years later -- I cringe with guilt, thinking of the keys' owner marching down the store aisles, searching.
#1 what a sweet observance and #3 yummo
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