by foxes. » Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:28 am
"Same excuse today, I'm afraid." I say, not looking at what-I-thought-was-going-to-be-an-egg. When I look at the nest, I yelp in delight. I grin and drop my bags, taking out a fruit. I offer you it and you take it in your beak. I stroke your black beak as you eat, trying to think of a name.