Monday, June 13, 2011

Lickity spit....

That's what you get when you lick a toad.

I found said toad, surrounded by five cardigans. They were taking turns licking it, then it would bounce around a little, get licked and well, Alec ended up saving it. Off to the poultry yard it went.

Frank then spent the next five minutes in the pool rinsing his mouth out.

Later gators...

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