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May 03, 2010 00:06

I don't suppose there's anyone with a proper explanation for the twenty some odd birds that just flew out of my midnight snack?

...

And I don't suppose there's anyone who fancies birds? Seeing as I have a few refusing to leave the premises, I believe I shall threaten them with adoption by unsavory characters. Or savory, if you'd like to be charitable.

Alice, why don't you try getting rid of them? I'll even raise your stipend if you manage it.

Let's start with the one in my teacup that's giving me the eye after a failed attempt at my nose.

[ooc; Sing a song of Sixpence, a pocket full of rye, four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a pie...]
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