Oct 01, 2004 04:01
I once knew a bird who liked to bite. I didn't mind, not really, as it was all in good fun; and she was really quite fit.
SHE WAS NOT A MAD BOOK, HOWEVER.
SHE DIDN'T GO FOR THE TWIG 'N' BERRIES.
I'll never be the same after this. I'm half tempted to blame Regulus and move on, but it seems this book thing is the only thing I can accuse.