Lunchtime on Wildlife Drama Street

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So I’m still sitting here on what has turned into Wildlife Drama Street…

First there was this thing between the coyote and the squirrel. And then these two hawks show up and decide to share a telephone pole together.

“What’s up, Ethan?”
“Not much, Tony. Just chilling on this pole.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all. Not at all.”

So they enjoy a few moments of peace together.

But then this crazy little bird — who I have nicknamed Inigo — shows up and decides he does not approve. At all.

And to express his disapproval, Inigo repeatedly chirps bird profanities and dive bombs these hawks — who don’t seem like they care one bit.

“Nice weather we’ve been having.”
“Sure is, mate!”
“I could really go for a nice chipmunk right about now.”
“With a side of squirrel!”
“Yesss! Sooo good.”

So they continue to chill — talking about movies and skateboarding and Hawk stuff.

Meanwhile, Inigo is having a major meltdown — spewing things like, “My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father! Prepare to die!”

The end.

Lunchtime tales by Zero Dean are sponsored in part by 1 part oxygen and 2 parts hydrogen.

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