Tuesday, November 25th, 2003
Spinning is running through late-night yards after knowledge. I love it.
We quit the premises for a few moments and when I quietly snuck back in, I came face to face with three tiny black and white sweet baby faces fanned out in defensive stance and hissing at me, tails lifted uselessly behind them. They were so adorable, yet still I screamed in surprise and scared the little boogers back into their hole. At any rate, I did go back and find Didascalicon and brought it inside the house, moving rather quickly once I remembered that a bear had been in the backyard just a few months ago. . .