More with Lucy and Twiggy.
“Hey, Twiggy. Where are you?”
“Over here in the rocks.”
“What are you doing there?”
“The grass is all wet and feels icky on my feet.”
“So, what is the attraction out here?”
“Look at that flowerbed. Nice black stones. Collect the sun heat.”
“Okay. I can see that. You think Mom would approve?”
“I’m not on the plant. Why wouldn’t she?”
“Now you are talkin’, A nice lay down in the sun on the chase.”
“Yeah, okay. I know you worry about the flower bed and me.”
“Hey, Lucy. This chase is wet.”
“It’s not that bad. We can still use it.”
“I’m not going to stretch out, Lucy. A quick sit is all.”
“You have to admit it is relaxing.”
“What are you doing now, Little One?”
“You should see how the chase bends under your weight.”
“For heaven’s sake get out of there. You coming back up…
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Thank you for the reblog, Traci.
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