It seems the day has not started properly if The Crofter isn't seen with his bucket of builders tea in hand en-route to the tooth factory. I think he was pointing for 'Arts' sake. Possibly. Not that I know who Art is anyway.
Meanwhile the ducks are doing their thing, taunting the next door crofter's furry things. They were making quite a racket but the sheeps just carried on eating.
And Dad Crofter took his bucket up the road in search of some freshish grass for the guinea pigs to eat.
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