I started the day kinda bumming, because of the bank card bull and the fact that someone had put a nifty life-sized Maltese Falcon sculpture up for grabs in their "we're moving out!" giveaway. I was at work and so couldn't get over in time. I emailed a buncha locals trying to see if anyone was around, but didn't hear anything. And when I left for work, I noticed the bird had been crossed off the available list.
I came home and surrealestate said "Hey, check out the dining room!"
And there it was.
The, uh, stuff dreams are made of.
I have the best housemates in all of explored space.
Abbie didn't really know what to make of the bird. But that's okay. The bird is now occupying a very fine spot on our mantel. (I scratched his belly. No gold. That's quite all right.)