“I told you not to tell me the Wordle! Not even a hint! You have ruined my whole day!”
“We three doves from library are, eating seeds from our own snack bar.”
“Wood you help me peck out a good book?”
Flock to the polls! The birds are counting on you!
Don’t Let the Pigeon Run the Library
“Watch out! What are you doing?”
“I’m increasing circulation.”
“Huh? Me? Oh, yeah. Everything’s great. It’s good. I’m good. We’re fine. It’s fine. “
“Why are all the birds hanging out in that tree over there?” “Don’t know, must be a poplar tree.”
We weren’t sure what we were seeing at first, but we now believe this to be a
James Fenimore Cooper’s Hawk.
Me, watching the news, to see what could possibly happen next.
“When you think things couldn’t get worse, always remember,
you could be a molting Cowbird.”
“Oh, oh gosh, this is embarrassing. I forgot how to sit in a chair.”
“Don’t worry about it. I just pooped in this desk.
We all need to give each other grace right now.”
“Yes? Do you have a question?”
“What is that on your face?”
“It’s my quarantine beard. I haven’t shaved since March!”
“You told your parents you were coming to the library for The Baby-Sitters Club?
They know you meant the books, right?”
“Ok, kids. Ready to go? How many of you are mine?”
“All of us!”
Stylin’ & Bibliophilin’
photo credit: piqsels
“Hey, mom! I gave myself a haircut. I’m ready for virtual school!”
“I’m ready to face the day! What day is it?”
“Brother, can you sparrow some personal space?!”
“The Floof is strong with this one.”