When I got home from work yesterday, Jake and Abe were playing outside. Jake greeted me with a kiss and some interesting news.
“We have a dead bird on our front porch.”
“EWWW! Where is it?”
“Right there. On the doormat.”
I must say it was the weirdest thing I have ever seen. A tiny, dead bird laying peacefully in the middle of our Bears doormat. It almost looked as if it were sleeping.
“That is so weird,” I said. “How do you think it got there? I know it didn’t run into the windows, they aren’t that clean.”
“Maybe it was a gift for Ozzie.”
(Look of puzzlement). “Who would give Ozzie a dead bird?! That’s not something I would give my friends.”
“I don’t know … another dog? Or a cat, maybe.”
“Do they do that?”
“Yeah, remember on Family Guy when Brian gave Lois a dead bird and Stewie made fun of him and he said, ‘That was a gift, you bastard. That was a gift for the family.’”
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