Went to see Karen yesterday and when I left some of the elk were making their way across the pasture in a single line, as if in slow motion.

Everett's get-up was a "Peeping Tom." Fifteen people guessed correctly. There is no prize, sorry. But if you come over, I'll give you a handful of caramels. No kids came to our farm for treats so we shall be forced to eat them all ourselves. Aw.