Monday, April 7, 2014

Feathering of the Beak Brothers

Now we got it, both facing forward.  Beaks up!
"She's late.  Where's lunch?"
"Check out the sky, you dodo. We'll be flying up there soon."

"Momee! You want us outta here, feed us.  Feed us."
"Oh, I'm sleepy . . . "   Snore.

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