I came downstairs at 4:30 this morning to let Murnie-the-Dog out, and noticed a plastic bag wedged under the courtyard gate. In bare feet on cold concrete I walked closer to investigate, and found:
What is this? Goldfish? It's not bad enough that we're taking in stray dogs and feeding stray cats? Now the goldfish are saying, "Hey, jump in the bag and follow me! I know a great place where we can live?" Seriously? Why goldfish???
1 comment:
that's one of the strangest things I've ever heard. Don't dare ask "what's next?"
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