myeviltwin

Today I walked with Angel downtown to have lunch and for him attend a meeting. While waiting for him during the meeting, I sat outside enjoying the warm summer day, and got some knitting done. Around the benches that I was siting at were many little birds. Sparrows or someone of the like. Silly little birds. One had managed to get a bit of fuzz and some dries grass stuck to one of his feet. It seemed as though it was being more of a pain in the ass to him than anything. He could still fly, so I knew that I really didn't have a chance at helping him. So I just watched. Then along came another little bird, who spotted the bit of fuzz and thought it to be something worth his while to chase, so he did, and the bird attached to the fuzz thought the other bird to be a real bastard.