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15/06: Translation:
Why you should get a bunny and kitten.You have to bring the rooster away.
One of the chickens is dead. Pink eye died too.
please
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20/05: Tempting fate
This week – rhubarb.As a child I remember being a little scared of rhubarb – not only was its name formidable, but there was the also the possibility of ending my young life early should I happen to be compelled to nibble upon the deadly leaves. Rumors of rhubarb's poisonous qualities were handed down in kid lore. It was tempting fate, then, to dip the end of the stem in sugar and take a bite – a tart, sweet, slightly stringy treat. Strawberry rhubarb Pie seemed a terrible cruel joke to play on innocent strawberries.(Rhubarb really does contain a great deal of oxalic acid, and a few deaths were reported during World War I, when Americans were encouraged to eat rhubarb as a substitute for other produce made scarce by the war.) Somewhere along the way my tastes changed. Now, nothing tells me summer is here more than a warm strawberry rhubarb pie, with a great dollop of vanilla ice cream melting on top. I have a lot of convincing to do with Lizzie, who prefers the deadly leaves: to fan herself royally, on the rare hot days of the season.
