Hunting season was over. The new dog didn’t work out way he’d hoped. She was a pointer alright, but something was clearly wrong.
He set the day aside to write Christmas cards. The old man didn’t want to write Christmas cards.
The robins flew into town this morning. Funny. You see something flutter rapidly to the left and you think might be time to make an appointment with an ophthalmologist. But then those flutters are outdoors out the window and the trees are alive – cluster flocks – with orange-breasted busy-bodies, looking tired and happy to be here finally.
The squirrels just seem annoyed.
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