Monday, February 18, 2008

Game, Set, Match

The German shepherd finally wins.

That's right - at long last, success.

I saw it.

I killed it...

...and I ATE it.

The mouse didn't have a chance, and neither did the human, though I admire her heroic dash across the field. In her Sorels, through deep, slushy snow. She tried her best.

But I was too fast for her.

Mmmmmmmm. Field mouse.

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