The Gazweasel Times

By gazweasel

Misty

It was all a bit eerie this morning. On the hill is, what we call, Badger Wood. We call it this because it has a badger sett in it. It used to be a chalk pit in medieval times. The poodles love it because there's big depressions everywhere for them to run through. I regularly lose them amongst the trees. This reminds me of the opening sequence to the original I Spit on Your Grave. Not because it's scary but because of the spacing of the trees.

Whenever we go into Badger Wood, I always say to the poodles: "Come on. Into the woods!" And then this song just goes round and round my head.

I admit it. I love musical comedy! There. I'm glad that's out in the open.

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