
will slither off into the safety of the tall grass while spiders take a firmer hold of their webs with all eight of their feet as the shockwaves of a broken sound barrier and the whoosh! of displaced air disturb the quiet of a late summer afternoon.
And who is that in hotfooted pursuit? It's Saint Penny! Not to be outrun by such a small and youthful animal, Penny will soon overtake and then take down the Flyman Simon in a glorious launch and tackle and engage the airborne hooligan in a lengthy some-holds-barred wrasslin' match, much to the disgust of the family's kitties, who maintain a dignified gallery presence from the porch rails.
Speaking of matches, this one appears to have been made in heaven, observes
The Frog Princess
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If I was there I'd running along side both of you, have fun tearing it up and rolling around in the grass.
Frenchie Snorts
Balboa
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