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Aug. 2nd, 2006 03:47 pmSo, earlier, while I was throwing the ball for Summer, I was picking salmonberries, not because they're particularily tasty, but because they were there and c'mon, how can you not pick fresh ripe berries?
I picked a couple big red ones, and then glanced over the first one to make sure there weren't any slugs on it.
Then I looked at the other one in my other hand.
One of these was on the berry. It was touching my hand.
I made a sound something like this: "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEbluhbluhbluhmee mee meeee" and threw the berry and the THINGY on the ground, where I believe Summer ate it.
And then I didn't pick any more berries.
I picked a couple big red ones, and then glanced over the first one to make sure there weren't any slugs on it.
Then I looked at the other one in my other hand.
One of these was on the berry. It was touching my hand.
I made a sound something like this: "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEbluhbluhbluhmee mee meeee" and threw the berry and the THINGY on the ground, where I believe Summer ate it.
And then I didn't pick any more berries.
