LET'S EAT GRANDPA!!!

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         It is the day After Groundhog's day and I am pleased to report that the hunt went well We dragged the beastie from it,s den. And not to blow my own horn aqfter a fearsome battle ... One I am sure will be imortalized in song.  Thr monstered was rendered into a fine feast for all.What a shame we will have to wait another whole year to enjoy such delicatsies.Still we will dine on leftovers for some time.







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