Not again!

Bob was at it again! Why does he have this fetish of cleanliness every now and then? I still haven’t forgotten the mess of the mangy beak he inflicted on Scooby, my nest mate. The tell tale signs are familiar, every seventh sunrise from the previous orgy, Bob holds a squealing tube that ends with a brush to his floor that magically sucks out all the dirt. He then tries to tempt Scooby and me with sunflower seeds for dumping cold slosh on us.

I am not going to be tempted this time, no! thank you. Yet, those sunflower seeds do look delicious… Aaah… Not again!.

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers.  Linking up here.

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