Hushed Willows “I Get Around” — The Beach Boys

He could only watch in stupefaction as the chick went flying straight down Opossum’s throat, only to catch there. Finley cringed as he watched her choke, the look on his face screaming, My b! By the time he thought of striking out a foreleg and thumping her on the back, she hurled the baby pheasant onto the ground. He let out a little breath of relief, followed by a short laugh when she promptly devoured it.

I did not mean to shoot that down your throat, Finley swore to her, then realized what he’d just said and began laughing in earnest for a moment. Eventually, he put a black fist against his mouth and cleared his throat. I guess that’s what you’d call a snack attack…? Oh no, he was somewhere between Indiana and Wisconsin with that one (the lands of corn and cheese, respectively).

But it was like he couldn’t help himself as Finley queried, Still feeling peckish or should we move onto stage two of our grand plan? He could only speak for himself but he was stuffed and absolutely ready for a hardcore nap.