Ginger was in the house all day. I guess he is so used to being here, albeit being caged, this is home for him, at least for now.
Later in the evening, Ginger came to call me. Yes, "call me", as a dog would. He led me out and who did I find there?
It was Mr G! Ginger's best friend (or father, we are not sure).
Ginger wanted me to feed Mr G.
And beside Mr G, was Daffodil!
Now, look at this...truly a sight that money cannot buy, won't you say?
Daffodil and Mr G must be good friends.
It is really a happy family reunion!
I had not realised how much fear the Quack had instilled into the neighbourhood while he was here.
Now that his reign of terror is over, there is peace again.
Everyone was here for the reunion and everyone stayed back after dinner...just to "chill".
Daffodil is not so scared anymore, but she still hides.