Riding the bus with Brandon
Wake up Brandon, I’ve had another dream!
I dreamt of that bald eagle again – in black & white – Moe from The Three Stooges tried to arm his way into the nest and got clocked. No eggs. The bald eagle flipped his wig too, when he spied ruffian Moe, and pecked away at his bowl-cut forehead. Wrappity-wrap! Get off of my cloud, Lamebrain!
Later, both eagles watched reruns of the event on Nest TV.
Then they switched to the weather.
Chief Eagle says don’t strain your eyes.
Just then, Brandon saw a red-tailed hawk drafting up from the scenic bus window and asked if it was an eagle. I said, “No, can’t you tell from his red tail and Bozo wig? Here, look at this dictionary from Cracked Magazine and you’ll be more bird-brained.
Brandon leafed open to a mid-page. A fly landed and Brandon smashed the tome shut. Whoooop! He slowly drew open the page to peek on the fly’s’ demise and found it flatly pressed in the H’s. Right in between Houseboat and Houses. HOUSEFLY!