I just knew he'd turn up. Lungy was outside my doorstep at 5 o'clock this morning panting away. He's a little dirty, but that's to be expected when you run off and go messin' around with undesirable sorts. Overall, his pink shiny glow was how I recognized him--that and his lack of wheezing. I asked Lungy why he left me all alone with this virus and he didn't want to discuss it, just glad to be back home.
My neck thought that the little bastard was ungrateful and shouldn't be allowed back, but my lefty "Lungo" was tired of having to do all the work lately, and wanted Lungy back in, singing "Mock" to his "Yeah". Now that Lungy has joined in, "Mocking Bird" has never sounded better. Grunt has several little things left to find, but they are minor things, like his neon yellow Swatch from ninth grade and his Billy Squire cassette tape. If any of you have seen these things, let me know.
3 years ago