Ferris tripped over a hidden fawn as we trampled through some high grass. It screamed. I yelled. Ferris thinks he's Nimrod.

There's close to seven babies in these fields. Ma'am. Ma'am, we're definitely not a babysitting service.

fnghgh

Ferr

no I'm sorry but I think you are a
running a childcare facility now

The grass and clover were seeded exactly for the purpose of making the deer happy. Sprinklers run for hours at a time.. We've accidentally a Utopia.

you're their favorite person