I've heard it said that tragedies come in threes.
I don't know what that means exactly... or if it's true, but Mom and I just found a dead baby bird in the back yard... but that's what Mom said as she sighed and scooped up its lifeless body.
And before any of you think I'm guilty... I'm not. Honest.
Mom thinks it's a victim of the storm we had.
I think maybe the neighborhood cat planted it there... to frame me.
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