The GRRRRRRRRRR
Patty and Eli Morris used to live next door us. Eli was out of town a lot, so any time Patty had a problem she would come get me. It was usually little house repairs, lighting the water heater, stuff like that. One Saturday morning I got up, got the paper, saw a wood pecker, fixed breakfast, settled in to goof off. Patty came over all excited and said "There's a Grrrrrrr in the fireplace. What should I do?" Who knows what that means, how big of a deal can it b...
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