#the greatest tragedy of all is being mildly inconvenienced at a time when the stakes are less than nothing

[a-birdhorse]

It’s a vicious cycle: I have a picnic, I unleash the little ball, my pet seagull kicks it under the table, it and my goo abomination sit on the ground staring at the ball wishing it were not under the table so they can play with it again, I get them the ball and where does it immediately go? That’s right. Under the table. Nature’s cruelty knows no bounds.