We had leftover rolls, see, so instead of eating 20 rolls each, or letting them rot, or throwing them out, we decided to attract a flock of terrifying winged rats and toss them a bit of nosh.
Tony showed us the way:
There were babies - in this case, cygnets.
Their mom was scary to my mom. My mom's afraid of swans.
And ducks and geese, too. Dad made fun of her a little.
Consider this Part 8000 of Why Milton Keynes Does Not Suck.
2 comments:
There are three fewer reasons since you guys left. :¬(
But what's with the skittishness around birds? There's nothing frightening about their dark, dead eyes.
I had a good friend in college that got totally freaked out by birds. Occasionally, when we'd go out on the town together, I'd make sure I had a bit of bread in my pocket so if we passed a bunch of pigeons, I could throw crumbs at his feet and giggle while he shrieked. Six foot four, he was.
I am afraid of swans too!! So much we have in common... :)
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