Until today it often happened that we felt spied upon in our own kitchen. Or that when we looked out of the window we felt for a moment that there was someone walking on the driveway. This was all caused by a small thuja-tree that Maren in the end started referring to as our Burglar-thief. Today, we had had enough. The burglar-thief had to go!
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This is a mugshot of the culprit. |
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And how it loomed outside our window. |
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Victory is ours! |
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