Where do you go to surf, downhill ski, and play baseball?
The talking animals preparing for battle triggered the thoughts of Narnia for me.
Well played Auntie Nell, well played!
This has a Narnian flavor to it. Perhaps Prince Caspian.
I’m sure Jarvis could find a suitable place for it.
Little stinker couldn’t find his hind-end with both hands and a flashlight, even if you gave him a map.
Jazz paws!
Actually, they were buried in ash, not lava.
All in her bag, right next to the giant red flag.
He’s actually pretty good at disguises, 10 days ago he was all grey.
Where do you go to surf, downhill ski, and play baseball?