I was having the loveliest dream. I was sitting still eyes and ears on a sparrow. I crept up from the other side of the bush until I was right under it. I swatted and leapt to grab it and missed. It was flushed and flew low along the ground. In a burst of speed I gave chase…
then a sudden lightning storm came out of nowhere.
I woke and looked up and the jane was holding a box over me.
On later investigation, I discovered these incriminating images that show that weather of my dream was provoked by a certain someone disturbing my sleep with a camera.
One can hardly blame her. I do look adorable right down to my manicured toes.
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