So, I pulled a few weeds in the yard. The big rock is starting to
stick up again.
Me: I need to get another bag of dirt to cover that rock.
Austin, poking Thirteen (our vocal cat): We've got plenty of bags of dirt.
Me, prodding Austin: That's right, but I'm not putting you in the backyard.
Austin: Really? You don't want me six feet under?
Me: Not in the backyard. That's the first place the police are gonna look.
Me: I need to get another bag of dirt to cover that rock.
Austin, poking Thirteen (our vocal cat): We've got plenty of bags of dirt.
Me, prodding Austin: That's right, but I'm not putting you in the backyard.
Austin: Really? You don't want me six feet under?
Me: Not in the backyard. That's the first place the police are gonna look.
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