The flying rat
Resting his evil scrawny wings for a little while.
Humming to himself:
"Whooah, we're half way there
Whooah livin on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Whooah livin on a prayer"
He'll eye some scraps, stab at them in quick succession with his evil redish beak.
And fly off again in a flash of bluish dirt, off to spread pestilence elsewhere.
"Whooah, we're half way there
Whooah livin on a prayer
Take my hand and well make it - I swear
Whooah livin on a prayer"
This time last year I was blipping at around the same time of the day, same place, about 150 yeards from the evil pigeon
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