A deer gives me the bird.
A deer gives me the bird.
A deer gives me the bird.
There was the big snake that was trying to crawl through the latticework to get under her porch, that she — my mother, I’m talking about — grabbed it by the tail.
So now we have no dog, and our next-door-daughter’s dog has to do all the barking and digging for no extra pay. And the wildlife is closing in.
