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ventaYesterday evening, I wandered out into the garden for my evening chat with the tomato plants, and found this chap leaping around:
He stopped leaping when he saw me, of course. Though that is possibly the worst attempt ever to hide behind a plant.
He stopped leaping when he saw me, of course. Though that is possibly the worst attempt ever to hide behind a plant.
