Saturday, December 1, 2012
Verne doesn't feel the call. Verne doesn't feel anything. The bite of the wind and the frantic flights above mean nothing. The events of this last summer were too much, and in an attempt to rid himself of the pain he allowed himself to become lobotomized. The cold means nothing to Verne. The short grey days are but a glimmer of the gloom he currently feels. He will be content to let winter ravage his small feathered body. The eternal draw of immediate comfort and warmth do not appeal to him.
Don't feel bad for poor Verne. While he knows he is destined for a time of suffering, he also knows that soon enough there will be the warmth of Spring.
Posted by Dave the Dead at 10:14 AM