We hear that the rain is coming this weekend. The keeper is moving lots of stuff inside. It is beginning to feel like Fall and the Black-eyed Susans are poking their faces out, and the spiders are webbing everything up. They must be catching insects for the winter. The keeper isn't paying too much attention because she is frantically trying to put together a sermon in Spanish for the weekend. We don't understand what could be so difficult about that. She loves to talk, and we know that if all those people in church are like us, we don't listen too carefully unless she mentions "treat" or "salmon".
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