One of the first days I was back here in the Rachacha I went on a walk with Em, and found this fuzzy little guy.
We walked about a mile with him walking back and forth on a stick, occasionally he would stretch the front of his body as if he were yelling at me... I'm pretty sure that if he has fists he would have been shaking them at me.
I love the fuzz
You probably know how much I love tomatoes and flowers, and this my friend is both although I created the flower part when I was cutting up tomatoes for dinner.
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