OK, the keeper snuck outside when we went out this afternoon. She thought she had lost the whole application and needed a break. So she explored the gardens with us. The daphne is almost ready, the new shoots are blasting through the brown leaf ground cover like green flames, and the birds are singing. And we marked the territory. Stassi sat reflectively in the leaves. He's feeling a wee bit better. She put oil in his ear. He didn't like it much. The keeper couldn't resist weeding. And then she went back to face the computer. The grant will be done by tomorrow. That's what she says, at least.
OK, the keeper snuck outside when we went out this afternoon. She thought she had lost the whole application and needed a break. So she explored the gardens with us. The daphne is almost ready, the new shoots are blasting through the brown leaf ground cover like green flames, and the birds are singing. And we marked the territory. Stassi sat reflectively in the leaves. He's feeling a wee bit better. She put oil in his ear. He didn't like it much. The keeper couldn't resist weeding. And then she went back to face the computer. The grant will be done by tomorrow. That's what she says, at least.
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