As cold as it was outside today - minus 30 wind chill - a band of itinerant musicians of the gnomal kind played us a spirited session in the back yard. They came in diminutively, riding raccoons fitted with small harnasses. By the time we got outside with the camera the coons had dashed into the sewer.
A gnome explained that their gift of music was given at the behest of the coons who wanted to thank us for defending raccoonery over the pernicious Coon Feed out in Delafield.
Coons and gnomes, what more could we ask?
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