An old house, a geek, a cute transvestite, a very tall lesbian, and at least one ghost–what could happen? – Adult situations and artistic nudity. Not suitable for children.
Take a moment to think about her phrasing there.
Not “I was a sparrow three times”
“I was a baby sparrow three times”
In other words, never lived long enough to be a full-grown sparrow.
Ooof! That IS a dark tale! I’d be ailurophobic too.
I’d blame my first cat. The cruel bastard once found a nest somewhere and brought in a baby bird, dead. He then proceeded to bring in another and proudly showed it to us. We kept him locked up for while, but eventually let him out. Two more gifts followed.
Usually he ate them, but not these. I was used to coming down to the kitchen first thing in the morning and finding a foot, a feather or two and a small patch of blood in the middle of the floor. Cleaning that up wasn’t too bad, but a whole series of babies…. Urgh.
Oh! So sorry!
Take a moment to think about her phrasing there.
Not “I was a sparrow three times”
“I was a baby sparrow three times”
In other words, never lived long enough to be a full-grown sparrow.
Ooof! That IS a dark tale! I’d be ailurophobic too.
I’d blame my first cat. The cruel bastard once found a nest somewhere and brought in a baby bird, dead. He then proceeded to bring in another and proudly showed it to us. We kept him locked up for while, but eventually let him out. Two more gifts followed.
Usually he ate them, but not these. I was used to coming down to the kitchen first thing in the morning and finding a foot, a feather or two and a small patch of blood in the middle of the floor. Cleaning that up wasn’t too bad, but a whole series of babies…. Urgh.
He wass trying to feed you, since you were obviously too dumb to do it yourself.