Then I moved Milo from the wicker chair where he was curled up asleep, where he likes to sleep on warm, sunny days. And the birds stopped peeping.
Monday, December 18, 2017
Birds
OMG! I have changed my mind about gun control. There are two of those wretched blackbirds sitting on the fence chirping in discordant unison. No matter how many times I run out there like a complete loony and chase them away, they come back to exactly same spot on the fence and start again. "Peep, peep, peep. Peep, peep, peep." I want a gun. I want to see their feather go POOF when the bullets hit them.
Then I moved Milo from the wicker chair where he was curled up asleep, where he likes to sleep on warm, sunny days. And the birds stopped peeping.
Then I moved Milo from the wicker chair where he was curled up asleep, where he likes to sleep on warm, sunny days. And the birds stopped peeping.
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