Wilbur
Once I had this pet mouse. We'll call him Wilbur. He had
brown fur, beady black eyes. One day I scooped out his brains with an egg
spoon, and replaced them with the central nervous system of a small bird.
I think it was a sparrow, but it was hard to tell after the cat had finished
with it. Wilbur seemed happy, but you could tell he was a little upset,
because he was couldn't fly anymore. He'd jump up and wiggle his arms,
but nothing was happening. On the plus side, one day he laid three perfect
Faberge eggs. What are the odds? And he's a boy! Anyway, I turned a tidy
profit selling them on e-bay, and now Wilbur has all the worms he could
ever want. The end.
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