It it now to the point where the Mom ask us to send up flag so she can find the number two she pick up as we drop it! She watch us and all, but it still some time hard to find once we have run from it! Ha... You would fink it would be super easy to find the Bleu Number Teu on a counta... I not know how to say it wifout hurtin he feelins, so I say just this one word... ELEPHANT!
And as regards disproportionately big fings, I offer you this mutant Live Oak leaf!
And not to worry... I am on the scene to document conditions what exist at the base of the trunk.
Squirrels... Check. Birds... Check. Other Rodents... Check.
The Bleu... Check.
And now here is the Big Boy rushin to the In Of Doors...
Clearly in Second Position, the Bleu is beginnin to worry if I will capitalize on my options in Position One...
And FLOP... Yes, I will. I know the moment won't last, but I will revel in the fact that the tippy tip tippy tip is behind me. Big Boy do not understand bunker anxieties, so I like give him tiny taste [though it no where in same league. Not ever could it be. Just sayin].
The Bleu say 'please to the Mom, make the Luke move!'!
And here is just one last second wif me pretendin I do not know the Bleu wants to pass by me...My blockade is all over in a matter of seconds. And I am good wif it... but I DO love the few seconds where I am in control of the Universe! Just sayin.