24 March 2009

At that point she walked away from me.

Scarab is fascinated by the federal police we see each week in King's Park. Last time we were there we saw a couple of them standing in the driveway of a property with the gate closed behind them.

"Oh look, haze!" cried Scarab, "There's the policemen. This must be where they live. Isn't that nice?!"

I was so taken aback by the wonder in her voice that I suggested we find a zookeeper and see if it was okay for us to feed them some peanuts.

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