Some humourous garden whimsy is coming your way when
Mo the Rockhead takes his place. While his Dad's passion is watching your flowers grow, Mo likes to joke with all the critters. His facial expression reminds me of a little kid who puts his fingers in his ears, sticks out his tongue and says na, nannny, na, na.
He's such an endearing reminder of our youths that you just want to meet the rest of the family, his Dad Pappy and brother Larry.
I can see Mo playing with the toads that live in this "
The Mother of All Toad Houses" by
Clay Soul.
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| "The Mother of All Toad Houses" by ClaySoul |
Can't you?
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