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The snow stood still in the air.. thinking its little think
The wind died down yesterday. I don’t care how it died frankly, as long as it was gone. We all crept up out from behind our shelters, sniffing the air. The snow gently falling, in no hurry to go anywhere. Did you see Mama, she seldom comes out into the field nowadays. Preferring to stick…
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Marmalade poses as Dennis the Menace
Marmalade, your wee puss, raised by hand since he was only a couple of weeks old, is a horror. He seldom touches the floor, preferring to zoom about the room flying from chairs to tables to couch to sideboard, leaving a frothy broken tide of disaster in his wake and trailing wild dogs and cats…

