Margaret didn't even recognize herself, however. Perhaps because I used a picture of a cow instead of a horse? Well, it was so cute, and I couldn't find a public domain drawing of a horse to match the cow ("kine" in my poem).
|Public domain picture|
Oh well, for that I blame my old (or very, very late middle-aged) brain, which forgets things on a regular basis. You know that kind of it's-on-the-tip-of-my-tongue forgetting? Happens all the time. Drives me crazy.
I'm pretty sure none of the Toads wrote about me. Nobody mentioned little hobbit houses, or overweight Golden Retrievers, or Intrepid Photographers, or someone living where the deer and the antelope play.
But it was fun yesterday. Thank-you-very-much to my friend Ella of Ella's Edge for challenging the Real Toads to write about one another's houses.