From above (red ruffed es th' privy)
Dang it, tha' woul' be th' finest durn privy you all'd evah lay yer eyes upo'. Them woul' be some high an' lucky 'hind quarters. Shoo doggie!
An' th' door. Nuthun too fancy schmancy, but yer know. Migh' be a li'l' bit drafty in th' Wintur munths, but, hey!
Actu'lly, I furget to take a picshur of th' door, but heres et frem beheind.
Et even has cartput! Liyk m' ayxent?
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