We recently caught sight of the wild man Allen Calvert cavorting in the wilderness. He was doing what he does best, capturing vulnerable creatures and subjecting them to cruel tortures, and humiliating invasions of privacy. Look at the incongruous smile upon his face. Has he no idea of the damage he does. It's as if he finds joy in the thought of innocent birds unable to look their peers in the face ever again. It's mighty fine for him, he's not the one with that horrid silver band around his ankle. He doesn't have to go home and explain to a petite avian wife that he was foolish enough to get caught in one of the rudimentary nets. HE will never have to explain to fledgelings that he is now less of a man because he has been searched, swabbed, and tagged as no male should be. What has this world come to when indecency such as this is allowed to endure. Oh the humanity.
1 comments:
Very interesant! The cubicle my husband works in reminds me of the little box that a creature is captive in!
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