August 19, 2003

Tossing the bird

I feel slightly relieved, as I hear the wierd clicking sound in the ceiling, to notice that other people in the office are hearing it too. Mine is not the only upturned head.

And it seems the bird that has managed to find its way into our ceiling, is slowly succumbing to the inevitability of Darwin, as it cannot find its way out again. One can only pray that it has not yet bred.

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