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Peter
Scoundrels and Miscreants I Have Known.
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Robbie
I dont know if that is the name his mother gave him - should birds name their chicks. But it seemed appropriate in his case.
Spring came after a long winter and I was anxious to get out to the garden and get my hands dirty.
My friends from Iowa had sent me some seeds from their prize winning popping corn. I love popcorn and the thought of growing my own made my mouth water.
But no doubt, it must have made Robbie's mouth water too.
You guessed it. Every time I put some seed into the ground, the next day it was gone. A little pile of dirt and a corn seed sized hole was all that was left. Perfectly plucked right out of the ground.
Next day I would plant it again, only to find that it would disappear the following day.
I would shoot that bird if I could. But I got a problem with killing animals. Darn.
4"H x 6"W
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