This is Thor. Luna prefers to call him Cedar. Pete constructed him to keep the porcupines from taking up residence under the main cabin – an Alaskan scarecrow.
Yesterday evening I found Thor hiding beneath a pile of clothes on my bed. Thanks, Pete.
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July 13, 2009 at 7:28 am
tor
I have looked into the eyes of a nightmare torn inexplicably from the mind of some sort of whimsical, folkloric H.P. Lovecraft and found that they are googly and mismatched.