Blackbirds on my roof

I hate those crows, my wife says to me one morning over coffee. They’ve been up there since last week. We should do something about them.

I nod and look at her from around my paper and I say blackbirds, honey, those are blackbirds.

She says well, what’s the difference? And I say the difference is that crows are scavengers, and they eat the flesh of carrion. Those birds up there are eating seeds and bugs and things. They aren’t hurting anyone. They’re just noisy. That’s all.

Well, she says, I don’t care what they are, I hate them anyway.

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Title by: Sleeping Doctor
Story by: Jeremy

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