"Lynn, did these burds wanna fee fur lettin' you go on down the path?"
"Are these what Tiny Tim wanted fur Christmas dinner?
And Mr. Bah Humbug wouldn't give?"
"Looks to me they were on transpurrtation strike."
Yes, Precious, I had to give wide berth on my bike to
get by without getting bit. Dad Gander was on duty
and wanted a taste of me for passing.
"Thank goodness you did not bring any home and put in
my catio!"
Doe and her fawn under our apple trees.
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