It's almost as if the very grumpy fweeze of a twitter was what finally roused Oswald from his nap.
Or close to it, as Kevin would suddenly be squinted at from underneath that set of bangs, brow slightly furrowed. More or less due to the fact of how close this man was. The head-bird remained puffed up, hopping backwards away from the finger, and Oswald didn't say a word.
What do you say when there is a child of misfortune poking at somethin on your head?]
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It's almost as if the very grumpy fweeze of a twitter was what finally roused Oswald from his nap.
Or close to it, as Kevin would suddenly be squinted at from underneath that set of bangs, brow slightly furrowed. More or less due to the fact of how close this man was. The head-bird remained puffed up, hopping backwards away from the finger, and Oswald didn't say a word.
What do you say when there is a child of misfortune poking at somethin on your head?]