“Look at that bird!”
“Ooh, it’s so pretty!”
“What kind is it?”
“I dunno.”
“You DON ’T KNOW ?”
“Um, yeah. I don’t know.”
“Weren’t you like a HUGE bird-watcher back in the mid-90s?”
“I was six. And I was just following my uncle around the woods while HE bird-watched.”
“But surely you could identify at least a few different species!”
“Not really. And don’t call me Shirley.”
“That’s awful.”
“Are you kidding? That’s classic!”
“Well do you at least have a book somewhere that can help me identify it?”
“I doubt it. And what do you care about what type of bird that is?”
“I don’t know, I was just curious! Do you have something against my curiosity?!”
“Maybe I do!”
“Well then you are not welcome here! You are an oppresser, and we don’t need oppressers here!”
“Oppresser? I don’t think that’s even a word! And this is MY porch! If you don’t want me, then LEAVE !”
“FINE! See if I don’t!”
“FINE!”
“FINE!”
”...Shoot. I’m already bored. COME BACK DARN YOU !”
“NEVER!”
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Front Porch Conversations--Eight
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