After a circuitous route from Magic Margin HQ the infamous bird has arrived at last. I cannot begin to tell you the joy that the arrival of this creature has brought to my home, not to mention the many postal workers who sped it on its way, and the lucky driver who wedged it in our curbside mailbox. No worse the wear for his travels, I need to now extract him from his shell of packing tape to reveal the letter beneath. I have to confess that I didn't expect him to arrive au naturale. Hardworking hands at Clickthing Industries are already engaged, planning accessories.
Stay tuned for the NorCal adventures of Eugene Onegin, though I expect this savvy typo-traveler may adopt an alias during his visit. I suggested "Hunter Peck," which got me booed and shooed out of the kitchen. I can't imagine why.
5 comments:
I've been wondering what adventures the Typospigeon has been on these many weeks. I'm glad to see it alight once more :D
It's good to know he didn't get lost in a haboob!
Haha, I like your proposed name! Nice to see typospigeon back among us.
I've enjoyed following this and sure wish I could get a visit from it.
It was devilishly difficult to get him to leave. All that pigeon wanted to do was sit by the pool, drink sloe gin fizzes, and read Rex Stout novels. He was our guest who came to dinner.
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