It's a box. A big ol' box. It's a big ol' box of birds. Yup, it's a big ol' box of birds, to be sure. It is most DEFINITELY a...
Okay, so it's really not all that big.
Actually...
Actually, it's really kinda small.
But it's definitely a box.
Of sorts.
And I'm absolutely certain it's full of birds.
MOUSES!
So anyway...
So anyway, the other day, I happened to accidentally overhear...
Okay, so it actually wasn't accidental. Truth be told, I kinda heard it on purpose. 'Cause... Well...
Well, you know...
I was kinda eavesdroppin' on the peep.
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But when I happened to be accidentally eavesdropin' on Peepers...
Yeah, that works. Accidental eavesdroppin'. One can eavesdrop by accident, for sure.
So there I was, accidentally eavesdroppin' on Peepers, when I started hearin' these birds. All kinds of birds. There were cardinals and who knows what else.
The cardinals I recognised, you see, on account of our havin' some cardinals livin' around here, visitin' my garden and whatnot, at least a few times a week. Plus, some guy mentioned they were cardinals I was hearin'.
Now we'll get back to who this guy was, later. Well, we probably won't, on account of my havin' no idea who he was. Or where he was, either. Unless, of course, he too was in the box. You know, the not-so-big, big ol' box of birds.
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But back to those birds in the box.
There were all sorts of birdies, singin' the songs birdies sing. And they sounded so real. They sounded so close. They sounded like they were right there in the room. Saffron was up on the bed and he was lookin' this way and that. Lookin' for birds. Lookin' where they might be.
But as wonderful as havin' a multitude of birdies flittin' around the house might sound, SADLY, there were no birdies to be found. Not a single feathered friend was flittin' about. Not even one.
*sighs*
AND THAT WAS BECAUSE...
THEY WERE ALL IN THE BOX.
MOUSES!
At least that's where they had to be, 'cause THAT'S from where their voices were emanating. Their voices were comin' from that box.
Which made me kinda wonder...
HOW THE MOUSES DOES ONE FIT ALL THOSE BIRDIES IN ONE LITTLE BOX?
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Turns out, the box was actually a radio, and CBC was interviewin' some guy about callin' birds or bird calls or somethin' stupid like that.
And as Peepers explained it to Saffron and me...
THERE WEREN'T ANY BIRDIES INSIDE THAT OL' BOX.
The radio, I mean.
MOUSES!
And there I was thinkin' that that box was a meal delivery kit for Saffy and me.
MOUSES!
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Remember to mask up, too.
That wasn't a very nice trick to play on you two!
ReplyDeleteIt most certainly wasn't. That's the kinda thing that results in a hairball in a shoe, you know? MOUSES!
DeleteSounds like a very mean April Fool joke.
ReplyDeleteI know! And it isn't even April, yet. MOUSES!
DeleteBirds in a Box meal delivery? You may just be on to something, Sivvers!
ReplyDeleteI should see if I can find me some investors! purrs
DeleteOh my, that sounds as bad as going to a restaurant that only has smells and a waiter who describes how nice the birds, sorry, the food is, but then won't take your order. Mind you, it would be cheaper that way and less fattening. No fun though. But Mrs H says there would be less washing up!
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