A Lawn Mystery

“Good morning, Squeaky Pie,” said Momanita, “Something’s eating the lawn.” Momanita slipped a Wheat Chex between the bars of my rolly nest. Wheat Chex tasted better than the red veggie flakes in my feed dish, but not as delicious as millet. “The lawn Mike mows? Grass doesn’t taste good.” Once Momanita plucked a blade forContinue reading “A Lawn Mystery”