Good night, girls.
Good night, Harry.
Good night, Goldie.
Good night, Mizzie.
Good night, Atticus.
Good night, Solomon.
Good night, back yard.
Good night, stubborn blackberries.
Good night, pond.
Good night, fish.
See you all tomorrow.
What happens to well-adjusted (relatively), normal (sort of), enterprising (if a nap doesn't sound better) people when one of them gets the bright idea to start a hobby farm.
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