Merely having thought about Spring seems to cause it to come on apace. Not two minutes ago I went out to yell at Young Keith to get on with re-wattling the Doily Shed wall he blew up earlier, and a talking rat, a mole and a badger ran past chasing a toad in a small car.
It's really bad news, Spring springing so rapidly like that. Now we're going to have keep an eye out for the Piper at the Gates of Dawn. And his hooves make such a mess on the fields when they're as muddy as this.
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