Sunday, January 21, 2007

Spruce Goose

A guest post by Lucius Goose, a resident of the UQ Lakes

Today, I was minding my own business, getting myself ready for a busy week of picnic marauding ahead.

I was grooming myself, so I looked my best—de-fleaed and fluff-a-honk-a-licious—because those human beings tend to be more generous with the breadcrumbs and other lunch time morsels when my feathers are snowy and smooth.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a human girl with a camera, which she was pointing my way.

I tried to ignore her, pretend she wasn’t there, because, like, “I’m having a bath here, pervette!”

Still, paparazzi girl, wouldn’t go away, no matter what unco-operative position I contorted myself into. Sigh!

There was only one thing to do...

The prima donna pose: Yee-ahh!

That’s it, be-yatch! Photo time is over. Next time it'll cost you a cupcake. Ho-o-o-nk!

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