I went to look at which day the 25th December fell on only to find that
they had eaten it. The calendar hangs well up on the wall near where
they sleep. All that is needed is a quick leap onto a nearby desk, a
loooooooooong stretch and presto. They have only left a gnawed paper
frill and D E C.

Bev
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If you can step on 9 daisies all at once it's Springtime.