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// July 1st - Good things come 
// Story: Angry Bird 
// by Thadius0 
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Well I've finally mastered the art of the glide and the landing.  Taking off is a bit more troublesome.  Especially, I've noticed, if I'm weighed down by, say, any of my self-defense articles.

Why do you even carry that many guns around?

As if the occasional dog wasn't enough of an answer to your question, I'm not sure the freaking zoo is empty.

Surely we would have seen something by now.

Unless they're just waiting until there's nothing left to eat in there.

Morbid thought.  Anyways.  Better news.  Chris can't explain how, but our garden is almost ready for harvest.

Yeah, that doesn't feel right at all.  Something like that happening?  Humanity would have paid through the nose for that.  World hunger?  Solved with a little pony looking after your crops.

Are you...

What?

Are you looking a gift horse in the mouth?

...Not cool.

You have to admit it is a little funny.

Not as much as you seem to think it is.

I'm gonna remember that for a while...oh!  Yvonne says that the weird static is gone.  So maybe the drone is too?

Maybe.  I'll look into it tomorrow.  I have other plans for the next few days, mostly revolving around raiding again.

Oh?

Yeah.  You'll like it, I'm sure.

We'll see.