It was that sort of a weekend. The Owl and the Pussy Cat spent the day eating excellent food…pancakes with real maple syrup…homemade chicken soup marinated all day in cooking wine, mysterious sauces and peppers…pumpkin chocolate bread with nutmeg sauce…chocolate cherry coffee with cream.
We did not dance by the light of the moon, but we sailed away for a very long day and ate with a runcible spoon.
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