On our walk the other morning, my brother kept saying, “Where’s Winston?” At first, I thought he needed some new glasses, but then I looked around. The whole street looked like me!
I believe the word is “camouflage”. Some folks spend a lot of money at the Wall Mart or the Bass Professors for it, but I’m so lucky to come by it naturally!
I think I could give that Waldo fellow a run for his money!
It’s kind of fun to hide in plain sight! If you talk to any squirrels and rabbits in the neighborhood, please don’t mention our conversation. I want to surprise them!
