The grape seedlings in the yard have grown to knee height.
In the morning, the Milo Little was watering the vegetable garden, caring for each grape seedling carefully, and murmuring: "You must grow up well, summer is coming, and when you grow into a lush grape trellis, my wife and I will The Lord can sit under you xx."
After finishing the housework, the Milo Little took off his clothes, returned to his original shape, sat on the swing, and combed his fur with the comb given by his wife.
From the tail hair to the belly hair, everything was neatly combed. He sorted out the loose hair and touched the hair on his back.
Unfortunately, the paws are short and the hair on the back cannot be combed all the way.
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