I was admiring Wilma sitting on the front porch, watching the world go by, wishing I had her life...
...when, to the left of her, I saw that my beautiful, huge poinsettia had a little visitor. He was such a big, beautiful creature that I didn't have the heart to shoo him away, even though I know he is going to eat every beautiful red leaf off of my poinsettia until there is nothing left but a flowerpot full of twigs. Tis the season.
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