After Family Dinner Night at California Pizza Kitchen, we decided to roam around the little strip mall. As we headed across the parking lot, we heard an unusual sound for a suburban shopping center. You know how in little pastoral descriptions of sheep the animals make a soft and endearing baa--baa--baa sound? Well, this was like that, only the incredibly loud (and somewhat echo-y), insistent, and a bit indignant. So, actually, not at all like the soft and endearing bleating of a baby lamb. Naturally, we were curious and sought out the source of the noise. It turns out Mr. Popper was parked smack-dab in the middle of the parking lot, apparently calling out to his owner to let him know his shopping time allotment was decidedly up. We walked up to Mr. Popper's trailer, where he spent a little time conversing with us. LOUDLY. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that it was at least a fifteen minute detour for us, and we were nearly doubled over, laughing at each of our repeated attempts to 'communicate' with Mr. Popper, which he--again, LOUDLY--responded to.
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