When I got to work this morning a driver had hit a pigeon. The poor animal crippled and flapping around on the road. So I decided that the human thing to do would be to pick it up, take it to the side of the road and quickly kill it. I parked my car and walked back to where it was sitting. By walking on the road I tried to signal to the big truck coming toward me that I wanted to get to the pigeon. The driver of the truck decided otherwise. When I stepped aside onto the curb I witnessed a rather interesting spectacle.
Sjroeplog
gatver……..
Well, I don’t see the problem. It was killed quickly, right?
this morning I saw a little boy standing next to a dead cat. At first I thought he was upset, but he was actually intrigued…
reminded me of you, little brother…
Beestjes… doet me denken aan een vogeltje wat je al hebt verzopen (was ook een zielig/ bijna dood exmplaar), aan een moeder eend die je erg pissig maakte door met baby-lief aan de haal te gaan… tja; je hebt er duidelijk iets mee