In my tree bright birds sit like chiming golden fruits. I climb into the tree through the green and twisted branches, calling to the bright birds, asking them to be my friend, to come to me and sit on my claw.
But they do not come. They fly away. And so I melt down from the tree and away. Birds have little faith in cats.
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Those birds seem a little bit rude. I guess they are kind of like lizards that way.
Guess what Elmo.... I am doggysitting for the weekend, and the dog's name is.... ELMO! He's not ginger, in fact he is black and white and brown, but he is very beautiful and he is a very good dog indeed. I think you would like him.
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