Saul nodded. T’was enough already. He briefly bowed his head in prayer, picked a long needle sharp thorn from Sweetpea’s pink rosebush and, holding it tightly in his beak, flew straight at the Jay and plunged the thorn deep into the Jay’s beloved reproductive organ.
“Never again,” Saul said quietly to the Jays. “Never again.”
“Never again what?” Sweetpea had come out on the deck. A Proseco in one hand and a martini in the other.
“Ahh. Yes. What indeed”. The Squire temporized as he put the meat on the grill. “I’ll never again start the burgers and dogs at the same time. Timing is everything.” He clinked glasses with Lady Sweetpea as he felt a tug on his shorts.
“Wotsa a repoduction organ?”
