The lady wants to take a picture of me in my wicker chair on the balcony,
but every time she tries, I jump down and come over to her because I'm sure she will give me something good to eat (even if it is not dinner time).
About a week ago, I was curled up on the chair when the lady peeked out the door and then quickly disappeared. Shortly thereafter, I heard that whirring sound the camera makes when she switches it on. I knew what she was up to! She was turning the camera on while she was inside the house, thinking she could sneak up on me! A few seconds later, when she pointed the camera out the door (very stealthily, I might add), this is what she saw:
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| (Photo of chair was not taken on actual day events occurred) |
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| Buh-bye. |
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| And I'm not coming back. |
