Da Big Sleep (still perpetratin’ them dang flowerboxes, part III)

Mister Smitty is taking a dirt nap!

Mr. Smitty sits in the flower box (nice tight plastic sides, organic potting soil, one half-dead marigold behind the Smee’s behind). He flops his numerous and copious stomachs down on the dirt…

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“…flouncing his furry self…”

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“…no’m sayin?”

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