Pogo lies on the windowsill, uttering little threats to the birds that twitter obliviously. Occasionally his tail provides a beat for the springtime symphony. Momo sleeps on the kitchen cabinet, his chin resting on the window ledge. The pre-dinner snack sent him off to compose his own score in dreamland.
My two former colleagues got canned this week.
Later, Dude.
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