Treeson stands proudly on the rickety old gate that separates my front and back gardens. He is brave, I would not stand there but then again I am not 3.5 inches tall.
Treeson has a snowman friend now. That is pretty cool for him. The snowman's eyes are cake crumbs and his nose is a dried cranberry. Treeson is not the kind of guy to eat someone's eyes (he's not unreasonable like that) and he doesn't like cranberries. Do not make your snowmen taste too good or you will wake up with a sore stomach and a guilty mind.
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