While we were waiting for the dinner to cook we all took a walk up into the foothills of the mountains. Awesome views. Murphy and Laura live in a fun area. On the way back down to their house Sandy took a break from stomping on my shadow and found a "corn."
Sandy calls any plant that looks sort of like wheat corn. And he gets super excited to pick the little corns.
He picked one for me and one for him.
We had a fencing fight on the walk back--I thought we were having sword fights but I was corrected and told that this was a "fuzz fight."
We sure do love Sandy.
And his corns.
The End.
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and in the end, the passion, the ecstasy of the corns. I wonder if he smelled it, and if he did - if it came off better than the rest of the family. I wonder what he will be when he's a man - what with corn fencing in his background and all --
I didn't even realize you were taking photos! You're sly and talented. :)
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