tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13057994.post-1128955830790760102005-10-10T07:37:00.000-07:002005-10-10T07:50:30.800-07:00<div class="artfulborder"><img src="http://www.cootey.com/critters/pix/critters/CooteysCritters_2005-10_b07.gif" alt="Old Battleaxe" title="Old Battleaxe" id="Critter17" style="border: medium none ; margin: 14px; padding: 0px;" align="left" height="230" width="175" /></div>I was hopping up and down with a pack of toecats when this critter appeared at my feet. She very sternly shushed me quiet and told me to stop making so much noise. The toecats disappeared in the bushes and let me take all the heat. How mean! Apparently, we were hopping up and down over a worm school and had knocked all the kids' artwork off the walls. I felt awful bad about it.<br /><br /> <p> </p><br /> <p> </p>Douglas Cooteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17139544455838967475noreply@blogger.com