Just back from a weekend at the grandparents house where the town was hosting a Mountain Festival. We paid our dues, visted a quilt show, ate a giant bag of kettle corn and ho-hum BBQ, and then swiftly moved on.
Grandma gave George (the sleeping bag) a chin tuck since he’s seen a lot of wear and tear since Christmas and fixed a few other animals while she was at it. 
When we got home I noticed some gravel at the bottom of the bag as stowaways. Indy said they were grandpas favorite rocks. 
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