For a moment this morning I thought perhaps some of the beaky members might be breaking ranks to join Mama Finch in fighting the good fight. But alas, hope sprung prematurely. Owlie strolled in with a "Hey girl, hey, HOLLA" and wanted to know if she could borrow my hair dryer. By the time I had figured out what her greeting meant, she'd left and Baby Chick waltzed in. He just wanted answers to the following pressing questions:
- Will the world end when God is done making people or when the sun explodes? (Answer: If someone does not unlock this chain, I may explode)
- Can we get a puppy? (Answer: Well, Baby Chick as you can see, I might possibly have an issue obtaining anything else at the moment that has the ability to poop)
- Who is the man at church who has no hair and talks up front into the microphone? (Answer: That would be the preacher man. He is kind of like the “leader” of the church. Please go ask him to pray that someone will get me the key)
Now, I have got a question for you Baby Chick. Do you not see your beloved mother chained to the toilet? I'm now becoming alarmed that Baby Chick considers his mother chained to a toilet as perfectly normal, which would make him well, not so normal. Awww…here’s Buddy the Wonder Dog! I knew you wouldn’t let me down. “Go fetch the key boy, go get the key”, but as he is about as smart as a box of rocks, all I get in response is a face lick and a tail wag. “OK, that’s it. Just see if Santa will bring you any Milk Bones this year!” I am now thinking Milk Bones sound pretty good as I also forgot food...
to be continued...maybe