|"Help! Help!" screamed the tiny, dark-haired woman.|
|She motioned for me to follow as she fled along the path.|
|She gestured ahead as we ran.|
|She stopped and silently indicated something across the Bailey's garden.|
|Creeping closer, she pointed again, beyond the lettuce.|
|Oh! Dear Lord! IS THAT AN ARM??|
|And what lay further, beyond the arm??|
|OH NO! BARBIE, NO!!!!|
Dedicated to John Bailey, whose garden has many surprises. :)
Special thanks to the Tia the Jindo Dog, props manager.
And if you like bloopers, we did have a wardrobe malfunction ...