Stella enjoyed her walk today, bouncing and hooning around. We had to detour due to two ducks taking up residence in a puddle in her favourite field, but she was so busy trying to get the milkshake out of a discarded bottle that she failed to notice them. She was quite interested in the three teenagers who were throwing bags of dog poo at each other, having smashed the bin to pieces. They noticed our arrival, and decided a free-range German Shepherd was good enough reason to move on.
Demon, meanwhile, was loving the water trickling along the path like a mini river. Until she found a worm.
Demon: Can worms swim?
Me: No, don't think so, why?
Demon: There's a worm here in the water, that means it's drowning! You have to get it out!
Me: You get it out.
Demon: Urgh I'm not touching a worm again. Ever! The last one poohed on me. **
Me: hahahaha yeh that was funny.
I got a bit fed up of picking worms up so Demon found a stick to do it instead. I went back to Stella to play with her. From the other side of the field I was kept abreast of worm rescue proceedings...
Demon: OH MY GOD!! How many worms??!!
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**Demon, when she was aged about 7 years old, decided she was going to be 'really brave' and pick up a worm. She chose a long, fat worm. It was quite peacefully travelling along her hand when she noticed something.
Demon: What's that stuff coming out the end of it?
Me: Which end?
Demon: That end. Is that his bum?
At this point I couldn't speak for laughing.
Demon: Is it...? EEEUURRGGHH is it pooing on me??? It is isn't it?!?!
I nodded. Demon flipped out and started squealing in horror. The worm had flying lessons.
Nature...better than television!
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