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Funny how many common items can become hiding places when needed. But why do we need to hide?
Frankie loves his picnic table as the perfect sentry location. But it serves another purpose . . .
Shhhh, Frankie, maybe he will not find us.
Where could they be?
Oh, no, Frankie, he found us.
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Thats a great hiding place, except I think he knew where you were the whole time…..probably just humoring you guys! hehehe That would be a very “SIbe” move! BOL
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