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Turns out I’m a lousy picker of weasels


This really is The Season ’round these parts. We managed to hit a village fete, a country show and an animal sanctuary open day this weekend. In the process, we had to drive by a church flower festival without stopping. The human body can only take so much.

I bet two quid on the weasel race at the country show and my ferret came in dead last both times. They race them down long sections of pipe, once down and once back again. My beastie got off to a promising start, but then sulked and refused to come out the end of the pipe.

So, to be fair to me and my weasel-picking skills, I did pick the weaselliest weasel both times.


Comment from Surly Ermine
Time: August 11, 2015, 1:53 am

Nice! We only have pig racing round these parts. I’m jealous.

Speaking of mustelids, is your badger accounted for Sweas?

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