 This fecal assault never seemed to annoy Winfield, who I suppose was used to it, but it distressed my grandmother to no end. The day Winfield casually wiped the offending matter into his long white chin whiskers, stating that it helped his beard grow, she nearly went to her just reward. There was still plenty of room in the bottom of the garden, but a toothpaste box that large would have been very hard to find.