By Terrence McCarthy
Now big daddy you have to find names for the birds. Becareful because it will stay with you. We have Gunk the Snunk, Barney the beaver, or any other good names you can come up with. Of course you have to turn them over to find out what kind they are. That's fun now won't it be? Fred
I'm not sure I want to get that close to them. We used to name the fish in the aquarium. The little bastards died off so often we ran out of names. One dies now and we don't say, " Golda died. " All we say is, " It's time to flush another one down the toilet. " Sounds heartless, but it keeps us sane. Well, one of us anyway. And, having read the last few posts, you know who the sane one is.
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