Colonel Mustard and I went for a canoe paddle around our bay. We landed on a sandbar to hike around. Aside from crunchy, empty snail shells, gobs of goose poop, and murky puddles full of jelly globs of eggs and squirming wrigglers, we came across lots and lots of…fish bits.
What do you think picked these fish apart? We searched around for clues. We think we’ve solved the puzzle. What’s your guess?
Monday, June 29th, 2009, | 
cabin lore, colonel mustard, temperate forest, who-eats-what adventure | 
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