Carrots!

Growing up, I loved the story of Anne of Green Gables. Dad bought the first three books in the series for me the year of our trip down east. I was going into grade 6 that summer. I finished the first Anne with an 'e' book before we left and absolutely loved our day spent at Green Gables in Cavendish. Years later, the movies captivated me.

"Carrots. Hey. Carrots."

Do you remember that? Gilbert, calling to Anne in the schoolroom and Anne yelling at him, "How dare you!" while breaking the slate over his head. Good times.

Speaking of carrots, I had a few of the past-their-prime variety to go out to the chickens today. I placed them and their basket ever-so precisely on the front porch to take out later. Within a few minutes, I saw Rosie, through the window, standing with the basket by her side, eating a wee carrot on the grass. Awww, our little red riding hood. When she came in, I gave her one from the fridge. She took it to the livingroom, dropped it, turned her nose up and strutted away. Moments later, Cooter wandered along and absconded with the treasure. (He had probably just peed in the kitchen, too.) Finding a safe spot between his crate and the back wall, he gnawed away. Carrots!

Eh, what's up, Doc?