Finn Finnegan

Finn Finnegan — page 1
One Son of a goat The boy swore and jumped back A second squirt of bird poop landed with a plop this time on the toe of his shoe Oh real funny he said with a grimace He glared up at the crow swinging back and forth on the power line overhead sooty wings spread wide for balance The bird cocked its head and stared back its eye a red-rimmed marble Are you trying to warn me The boy dragged the tip of his sneaker through the lawn