Alice loves snooping in the refrigerator. She can detect poultry a mile away. She is intrigued by the headless big bird that is resting on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator right now. She studies it and gives it a poke every time the door opens. I, Cecil, have told her that the bird on the shelf is the same bird that is all ground up in our bowls each day--organic, fresh, tasty. I guess she is a conscious
diner, wanting to be aware of the source of her food. So Northwest. As for myself, I am way more interested in the pints of Snoqualmie Coconut ice cream that were placed in the freezer. It spells P-A-R-T-Y. Last night the keeper realized she had forgotten to take the table cloths to the dry cleaner for ironing, and so she ironed them by herself. We were impressed by her househusbandry.
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