Spend much time in an interspecies flock and you will quickly notice something odd about your large featherless flock mates.
They have a fascination with something called “the weather forecast.”
Take your large featherless assistant, for instance.
Hot, cold, sunny, not sunny, dark, light, windy, not windy – it is all equally interesting if you happen to be her (which luckily you are not).
And, in fact, weather is just one of many reports the large featherless beings are captivated by.
Any kind of forecast is reliably riveting and conversation-worthy, from which one of them sits in a place called “the oval office” – talk about an obvious code for “egg” if you ever heard one – to how many of them it takes to change a lightbulb.
(Your guess, just based on what you’ve observed thus far: “a lot of them.”)
Luckily, your own forecast stays reassuringly both constant and accurate.
Fluffy with a side of feathers.
Thank goodness.
Pearl, Malti, Bruce & their mama
