Friday, 30 June 2017

Little birdie in the sky.

98 words.

      "110, 111,, yesterday there were 80, today there are more!"

      "Maybe their cousins  are here to visit them for Christmas,"

     "Wow! That's great! Do you think Santa will visit them, too?"

      "Well  now, if they have been good birdies, Santa will surely visit them,"

       "Good birdies?"

       "Yeah, if they haven't pooped on passersby, they are good birdies,"

        "Haha! Then Peter's not getting any gifts!" 


        "Yes, Peter - the white one with the black band on his neck,"

         "And, why not?'

         "He shat on your new dress that day, when you were going for that party!"


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