The keeper was determined to plant all of the rest of the bulbs with the long strange names. She finally donned a long raincoat, her boots, and grabbed her shovel. Cecil and I came out for awhile, but it was wet. We went back inside and watched her. She was pretty muddy but happy at the end of it. And we think this is the end of it. We think they are all buried now, put to sleep in the damp earth, covered with a blanket of leaves. Our only suggestion is that she should plant a few more in the KittyRood section of the yard, so Lord Downs and Prince Anastassi have a little winter company.
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