Today, Jeff and I were doing an errand and driving the van. A sparrow flew in front of the van and I heard a “THUNK” on the grill.
Jeff said that it must be okay, because he saw it fly on the other side of the van, so we drove on until we stopped at a convenience store for something to drink. As we came out, there was a dead sparrow sitting right on our bumper. “Guess I was wrong.” Jeff said and went in side for a bag to take care of the poor little thing. “Is it wrong for me to laugh about this?” he asked, showing me the bag fated to be the little bird’s final bodybag um resting place.
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