I’ve gotta say that I’m not a happy amphibian.
With winter in full swing and the prospects less than good for catching fl ies in this frigid weather, typically I resort to theft to get by when the new year arrives. Well, that “gig,” no pun intended, sure has dried up with the Seymour Police Department being so stinking effective as its job.
Especially that sleuth Chase Davis.
Nowadays, I can’t even root around trash cans in town without getting spotted by one of Seymour’s finest.
I’m headed to Marshfield.
Over there, they stay busy writing tickets to motorists.
Since I don’t drive, I’m hoping to have free rein in Blue Jays’ country. Speaking of those pesky blue jays, they don’t hunt toads, do they?