Daffy can’t see any point in migration. Until, that is, the depths of winter when he is starving. He smells beans cooking at the cabin of a fox and weasel (who are sick of beans and would love a steak or a duck).
Daffy can’t see any point in migration. Until, that is, the depths of winter when he is starving. He smells beans cooking at the cabin of a fox and weasel (who are sick of beans and would love a steak or a duck).
