After two or three or four bottles of wine with Fearghas--true friends don't keep score--I thought I saw a fox in his back yard. "You probably did," he replied without looking. "They're there." When I saw another one later, I didn't worry. After all, Fearghas doesn't have any chickens and his cats are quite resourceful.
"You probably did," he replied without looking. "They're there."
When I saw another one later, I didn't worry. After all, Fearghas doesn't have any chickens and his cats are quite resourceful.