Sometimes…
Sometimes I turn into a puddle of water on the street.
Birds fly down and use me for a bath. During the middle of their wash I say, “Look out, here comes the cat!”
The birds freak out and say, “Where, where?!?”
Sometimes I turn into a puddle of water on the street.
Birds fly down and use me for a bath. During the middle of their wash I say, “Look out, here comes the cat!”
The birds freak out and say, “Where, where?!?”
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