This is like, a side story of the spider turning into a guy. A West Side Story.
Punk birds are way lucky...to rum manufacturers.
The Puppy has been out of her crazy stage for a while, and now my three furry friends go everywhere together. The guys don't mind when she checks out their butts anymore, and she's totally used to them sleeping in her crate. I thought the Slinky One and The Puppy were very nearly going to sleep in the crate together. But no, they couldn't work out who got the pillow.
The Fluffy One, meanwhile, has a new selection of sticks to chase from all the hedges' new spring growth. The guys also have these elaborate shaman sticks their aunt gave them for the birthdays. Feathers, string, mice, and sticks. Holy moly, I know I'd lose my mind.