Gerald and Maude had been circling the neighborhood all morning.
“Isn’t that the roof where the raccoon expired last fall?” Gerald asked, scanning the shingles with a romantic glint in his beady eye.
Maude sidled closer. “Forget the raccoon, Gerald. We have this moment. Just you, me, and the delicious smell of old shingles.”
He nuzzled her beak gently. “You always did know how to set the mood.”
“Shhh,” she whispered. “Let the humans wonder if we’re in love or just checking each other for ticks.”
Either way, for now, the rooftop was theirs.
1 comment:
Until the ice cream truck comes around!
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