When I came home yesterday afternoon I got the feeling I was being watched. I looked around nervously. There was nobody in sight. The painters over at the house next door had finished for the day, and there was nobody up on the scaffolding, but the feeling persisted.
Then I looked up into the tree, and saw that I was right. I was being watched.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Spy
Posted by Badaunt at 12:11 pm 1 comments
1 comments:
Precious! Would that all spies were that benign and huggable! :)
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