It's an America were hope is alive and anyone can grow up to become President. An America where the unpopular, failed policies of the past are swept away like yesterday's wet, soggy leaves in order to make way for the transitional coldness of winter where sleeps the buds of new ideas ready to spring forth under the unfamiliar freshness of a new sun and sentences seem to run on and on and on forever without end or any chance of anyone realizing the original point that was trying to be so lamely made.
I am speaking of course, of the new chicken-wire blockade I laid down over the old skunk hole and the whole side of the Carriage House. Here is a picture with Oscar the Chicken-Wire Inspector as he scrutinizes my craftsmanship.
It is temporary measure so it is not very attractive. It is designed to get us Skunk Free through the Winter. We will lay down our new brick breezeway when the Spring time weather allows it.
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