Animal Conversations - Is it Spring Yet?
“Well you really can’t complain,” Mr. Whiskers said sagely as he backed further into his hollow log. “This is what we have our fur for.”
A slightly miffed peep from the entry to his den caught his attention and Mr. Whiskers opened one eye to glance at Mrs. Skye.
“And our feathers,” he said apologetically.
Mrs. Skye fluffed out her feathers and settled back down into the dry patch in the entry of his den. Mr. Whiskers stared out at the unseasonably late snow and sighed as he curled back up and tucked his nose under his bushy tail. No, there was no reason to complain. But it was supposed to be spring.
“Well you really can’t complain,” Mr. Whiskers said sagely as he backed further into his hollow log. “This is what we have our fur for.”
A slightly miffed peep from the entry to his den caught his attention and Mr. Whiskers opened one eye to glance at Mrs. Skye.
“And our feathers,” he said apologetically.
Mrs. Skye fluffed out her feathers and settled back down into the dry patch in the entry of his den. Mr. Whiskers stared out at the unseasonably late snow and sighed as he curled back up and tucked his nose under his bushy tail. No, there was no reason to complain. But it was supposed to be spring.
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