My dad shot a crow once because someone gave him an air gun.
All the other crows cawed and cawed for the longest time.
All the other crows cawed and cawed for the longest time.
Did they heap curses on his head?
Category 1: Crows
Category 2: Curses
Category 2: Curses
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Crows are something else. They regard me in a wondrous way.
On a different note; once I was at a barbecue on the beach with friends and one of my friends threw a can at a hungry sea gull. The gull jumped up into flight, circled around and pooped on him. I was glad he got what he deserved.
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