While bumping along, the visitor discovered Margie’s den under the back porch. He got close enough to see her go into her decorated den. He went to the opening, dropped the flowers at Margie’s feet and gave a soft mew.
Margie’s eyes widened. What a surprise. She looked at the flowers. She looked at her visitor. She returned the mew.
It was love at first sight. It was love at first smell. It was a match made in the vegetable garden. It was perfect.
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