Oh, how I wish that were right. Over the last couple of weeks, it has become less of a small goldfish pond, and more of a Killing Field...that's right people, I'm talking death here!! (I know, it's not a field...it's a pond...I just like the sound of Killing Field, alright? Get off my back!!)
In the past couple of weeks I have "fished" two birds and four...COUNT 'EM, FOUR chipmunks out of the Killing Field. The first one was a fatty we posthumously named "Theodore." the second one, a little guy, we named "Alvin." The third one was "Simon" because of his tiny pair of glasses, of course. When I saw the fourth one, I just called out "You got to be kidding me!!" So that is now his name.
The birds had no names, they were just birds.
Becky and I had formulated a theory about the death of Theodore when we first found him. Maybe he ran out of the shed, through the foliage and into the pond...he couldn't get out, and thusly, he drowned. It was a good theory...but then we found bird 1, bird 2, Alvin, Simon, and You got to be kidding me in the pond...something was fishy here, and it wasn't the goldfish!!
We formulated a new theory...maybe the fish were attacking!! Ok, that theory sucked. I think it's a stray cat in the neighborhood killing animals and putting them into the pond. I mean, what other explanation can there be? I understand that the chipmunks might be dumb and drown, but birds? I don't think so.
What's your theory?
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It's a vast right wing conspiracy! NO, WAIT, blame George Bush, everything else is his fault.
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