Monday, April 28, 2008

tight fit

Once upon a time, there was a wee bairn called HB. He was an industrious little fella, always getting into things. And tight spaces. Like this.

Oh, woe is he, little HB. Stuck under the cribby and on top of a box, all at the verysame time.

And shirtless, to boot.

Cleverly he escaped, using only his mad creepy-crawly skills.

Guess he's not claustrophobic just yet. The end.

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