Friday, April 18, 2014

Morse Code

Deep in the heart of a wildberry pink guest room, a secret society of small, active yellow feathered creatures participate in a mysterious ritual.  Daily, they gather as a group to tap out obscure messages, for endless hours, communiques aimed at...who?  Ancient alien beings in another dimension? Wood lice living in the floorboards?  We may never know, but certainly, their motivations must be suspect.

What are they doing?

Why all the hammering? And peeping? Just...why?  They are soooo ridiculously noisy!  It's enough to drive you nutso.

That may, perhaps, be their entire motivation.  To  I feel like the Grinch when he bemoans the noise, oh the noise!  Tingtookas ring-tinging have nothing on these little monsters.

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