I know it’s hard to believe I’m just a puppy…a baby…okay, an immature blue jay. It just sounds so harsh.
I’m staring back at you, don’t you know it’s rude to stare? You started it.
Okay, I’m going to close my eyes and when I open them, you’ll be gone.
I can see that’s not going to work. Mom, Mom…
I am famished. Where’s my Mom and my Pop? They usually bring food when I carry on this way.
Hmmm…a lightning bug. How do I eat that?
Why won’t it just get inside my mouth?
I dropped it….MOM WHERE ARE YOU?
Whew, I thought you’d never come.
Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.