“I’m
furious,” grumbled Yuffie. “Just left a restaurant where we
ordered oven baked giant-duck.”
“Didn’t
it taste very nice?” asked Ptera.
“It was alright,” sighed Yuffie, “but the bill was huge.”
I’ve mentioned before that I make far more content than I need. Doodles, stories and new characters. I create at least twice as much as I will use and discard the stuff I won’t use. I’ve got a couple of folders for stuff that I might use someday but not yet.
In a week-long display of disorganisation, I’m convinced I’ve used the last five pictures before, but I’ll be darned if I can remember when and where. Better planning in future required, I think!
“Yeah,”
grumbled Claws. “A hundred pigeons led a violent uprising.”
“Oh
dear,” said Yuffie. “Did they take legal ownership of your farm
as well?”
“All seventy-six acres,” cried Claws. “I tell ya, it was a planned coo.”
For anyone in need of a laugh this morning, there’s a bird I follow on Twatter. Jon Pigeon. A biscuit obsessed London pigeon who can work social media. twitter.com/pigeonjon
“No
horse,” sighed Sprite. “Your spellings as bad as the
illustrators.”
“Well,
the English language is stupid,” grumbled Horse. “I before e my
fuzzy mane.”
“It’s
a given rule mate,” replied Sprite. “Except for when my foreign
neighbour Keith, a weightlifting financier from Leith, was in a
feisty heist with eight reindeer.”