got plans for tonight. i know youre jealous.

i think my parents are painting their upstairs bathroom. if i was any kind of kid i'd offer to help.

eh.

two people can handle that job just fine.

and the sister probably already has paint all over herself.

thing with the writing camp is ill be leaving people behind for a week. but thatll be good for us, right?

right.

she doesnt even know writing camp is a factor at this point.

a quick poem, for your enjoyment:

This is Fowl

Chickens and I,

we have a lot in common.

Try as we might

we just can't seem to

get off the ground.

I flap my stubby little arms.

They flap their stubby little wings.

And we jump.

And we come crashing down

onto the ground.

Then a farmer comes and tries to cut our heads off.

feedback is always welcomed.