My debut 'Tail'


Friday, September 2, 2011

The grass is ALWAYS greener

Yesterday we went blackberry picking. Mom and Dad said all the best berries were on the highest branches, where they couldn't reach. Those berries looked the same as all the others to me. Why would anyone want to get stuck with all those nasty thorns, just to get a ruddy berry anyway?
When we got home, Mom said we were so good that we could chew on bones for a while (good thing she didn't see me eat that mystery goo while they were picking). She SAID the bone she gave me was the best but as I watched my brother and sister chaw away on their bones, I could tell they'd been given far superior stock, while my good-for-nothing bone was practically miniscule. Man, why do I always get the short end of the stick (err...bone)!?!

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