A loud knocking and I find Little Boy Next Door on the doorstep writhing with excitement. He is in charge of the school guinea pigs, Fudge and Smudge, for the weekend. I admire the aforementioned guinea pigs. We discuss their likes and dislikes. I propose that I contribute some of the dandelions in our garden. The Little Boy graciously accepts this offer. I feel a mixture of delight that the dandelions are going to an appreciative home and sadness as each shining head is chopped off to go in Fudge and Smudge's bucket.
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