The carnage:
The result:
The kids had dinner after the cleanup:
Then it was judgement time:
The votes were cast, and I'll give you a guess at which one won. OK, it was this one:
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Guess who carved it?
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The end.
I've never been that close to a real live Kiwi before let alone have the privilege of patting this endangered species, so we were pretty lucky when the environmental team at my work organised for Sparky to come to the building last Thursday.