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Looking at a tree, what do I see?

Sunday Top Five!


Today I can present my Top Five Pets To Buy Henry For His Third Birthday:
5: one wombat;

4: a breeding pair of fairy penguins;

3: one Siberian tiger;

2: one [male] saltwater crocodile;

1: one [female] Great White Shark.

I'm thinking that it will make for a hell of a party.

Comments

Sue said…
Oh no....I have a saltwater crocodile on layby at K-Mart for H for his birthday but it's a female. I wonder if they will exchange it for a male????
Roddy said…
Go with the Siberian Tiger. I reckon he would look good in stripes.
Roddy said…
Looking at the tree. It's not all that it's cracked up to be. Perhaps you were looking to bark up the wrong tree.
Looking again at your list of pets. Any or all would probably suit your two sons. Ezra however could be a little rough, so get ones that have been brought up with kids. Also ones that are used to small enclosures as I don't believe your backyard will give them sufficient room to move. Daily walks would be mandatory.
lettuce said…
fairy penguins

how could you not?
Kris McCracken said…
I will try and secure all five before October 23.
Carola said…
Kris, show Henry some wild animals. I know you have so many great creatures in Australia. Has Henry a favorite one?
I like to see dolphins and pilot whales. And some weeks ago we saw a grizzly bear near our tent in the wilderness of Yellowstone. This moments are so amazing.
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, we are already planning a trip to see some tigers in the next couple of weeks.

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