Once every couple of months, I take the broom handle and bang around under the fridge and oven, while Maple stands watch. Each time, out will roll a horde of little toy springs, lost in the recesses of our kitchen after one of her nighttime scampers. This is today's catch, and I have to say, I'm proud of what she's accomplished here.
......should I count them? How many do we think there are?
