Day 171: Sniff The Air; Not Unclean

Holy trollups of an unseen force, I am to go outside and play today. I brought my newfound friend. They are so stick like I do confuse them with the broom! Never the mind to which I speak. Outside, I sniffed a most beautiful flower. It was yellow and it had petals...It I would devour. But there, hiding amongst the flower forest, was a hideous, devil worshipping Munchkin. It was so filthy, I grabbed my stick and flung it all around. I tore up every flower, I dug for every seed. I was not going to rest until it's godly flesh was torn. Stick almost died to death, I did hear something snap.

Birds That Flap Don't Have Pins.