Today we found what was left of Marlon Brando's (the fish) body. Apparently the terrorist raccoon had dropped him when Pooka chased him from the yard. I buried him next to the pond, with a little angel gravestone and we had a short little funeral for him. I was somewhat happy to know that the raccoon did not get to enjoy his ill gotten gains.
Meanwhile, there was a bull snake up in the tree devouring a nest of baby birds. Not much I could do about that. It was too late for the little birds and I like the bull snakes because they keep mice and other creatures away from my house. Don't get me wrong, I like the birds too, but as I said there was nothing I could do about it.
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