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2011-03-29

Druk dit/Print it

Quack! Harry’s spotted dinner. I amble over to grapevine 3 where he’s parked his waddle butt. Snail fest! No candles, mind you, but then he’s no romantic quack. At least these humans finally realised we’re part of the solution. A beautiful sunset dapples last light over the vines. Let’s eat! Mmm, let’s make some future pest controllers …

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