Man’s best friend

Posted on February 14, 2015 by Harriett Raptor

Cleo, Marley and Daisy.

Marley, Cleo and their friend Daisy spent the weekend hunting for gremlins. You may remember last year; gremlins were quite troubling.

Not only did they disrupt the image by chewing through the coaxial cable, but somehow they made the live camera stream difficult to view from the Internet.

“The Doctor will have none of that this year,” said Harriett emphatically. “He has recruited Marley, Cleo and their friend Daisy to scour the premises for the least evidence of gremlins.

“Arf!” Said Marley. There are no gremlins out here.”

“Arf, Arf!” Agreed Cleo. “No gremlins to be found.”

And find them they would, if they had still been hiding in the marsh. Gremlins have a very distinctive odor, not pleasant if I might add. Any dog with a respectable snout can root them out.

“The area is secured Doctor,” barked Daisy.

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Eight-year-old mother of five, fluent in telepathy, a possessor of genetic memory, a genius and scholar. Harriett holds the equivalent of a PhD in philosophy, biology, chemistry, physics, astronomy, and the Homo sapiens’ concept of the humanities. Her understanding of mathematics and logic are beyond Homo sapiens’ current comprehension. Harriett is a thinker, a wise osprey, especially distinguished for her expertise in the Homo sapiens problem.

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