The guinea pigs decided to eat out today. 
No reservations.
No table service.
No waiting for a menu.
They simply wandered into the garden and helped themselves. 
Fresh grass.
Leaves.
Whatever looked edible.
And apparently the potted plants were part of the buffet too.
Judging by the enthusiasm, I’d say the restaurant got very good reviews.
The only problem with letting guinea pigs dine outdoors is that they don’t really understand the difference between:
“You may eat this.”
and
“I was actually trying to grow that.”
Still, they looked happy.
And at least the food was fresh.
Stories Along the Way 