The animals feasted well that wintry, blustery eve. Sure, the town grocer thought Bea was nuts for feeding her goats pétit fours and egg salad, but Christmas only came once a year; the rich are eccentric, and her goats were her EVERYTHING.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Avoid The Pad Vortex: Barn In The USA
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