![]() ![]() HMS Beagle bounded out from under the kitchen trailer to smell her and find out where she had been. The best part was that you could walk from Lucky's canned ham to Brigitte's Westcraft without ever going outside, because passageways had been cut where the trailers' ends touched, and sheets of metal had been shaped and soldered together to join all three trailers, so not even a mouse would be able to find a crack or an opening anywhere. Instead of having wheels and being hooked up to cars to tow them around, the three trailers were mounted on concrete blocks plus they were anchored to the ground with metal cables to keep from being blown over in windstorms. Next, the long kitchen-dining room-bathroom trailer, and last, Brigitte's Westcraft bedroom trailer. ![]() First was her little shiny aluminum canned-ham trailer, where she and HMS Beagle slept. But at the same time - and this is where Lucky's brain was very complicated - she definitely did not want to see one.Ī little breeze had come up by the time she got home to the half circle of trailers. Deep inside she thought she would be interested in seeing an actual scrotum. It sounded medical and secret, but also important, and Lucky was glad she was a girl and would never have such an aspect as a scrotum to her own body. ![]() Scrotum sounded to Lucky like something green that comes up when you have the flu and cough too much. ![]()
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