Are YOU my mother?
Iz time to come clean. Iz I adawpted?
I put out their evening meal of kibble and rotting fruit. I had prepared dinner for three when lo and behold, a fourth little guy joined the party!
He felt a little awkward at first, so he relied on his extensive knowledge of botany to engage the clan in a meal-time story about the kingdom of merrily bejeweled and diaphanously skirted aphids that danced the Can-Can upon the crest of a leaf...
Soon enough he felt welcome enough to talk and chew at the same time while the others raptly listened to his salty stories about his adventurous life under the Taco Bell dumpster...
1 comment:
Bursting pods.
Tree-climbing possums.
Possums breaking bread with cats.
We are on the verge of some great revelation. It is either a sign of the endtimes, or a peaceable kingdom. Or both. As the candidates promise "Change is coming" - even if it only takes the form of rotten banana kibble.
toober
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