This is my mortal enemy:
I know this is a mockingbird. I don’t like it. It doesn’t like me.
We are in a state of war over a little plot of land in the backyard that has delicious blueberry bushes.
I’m going to imagine the blueberries are delicious…I haven’t eaten any. The mockingbird has.
We agree to disagree on what the blueberry bushes are for.
This is the love of my life.
He thinks it’s hilarious that I am at war with this evil creature:
He doesn’t know that silly attitude is going to land him here:
