My arms are up in the air and I assure you I am not the dunaker for whom you are looking; please moove on to other suspects. That being said, I am an American, so I need to be given the benefit of the doubt regarding my innocence. See this red, white, and blue? This is neither French nor Dutch. If it were, I would think I was guilty too, but this is all under-Canadian magnificence. They have many cows over there in the Netherlands, a land ostensibly, as well, of roaming sooterkins, so maybe the demotic terminology confused you and you thought you were looking for missing mooer hims when in fact you should be looking for mousey figures instead. I will forgive you for interrupting my morning run, but there is no salvific road for you if you do not stop staring at my derrière, so you are welcome to remove yourself from my presence now. Fair? Tot ziens! ; )
