Late last night, I found on my pillow a note, addressed to me and written in perfect fourth-grade penmanship. This is what it said:
Dear Mom,
I would love a pet bird (finch or parakeet) for Christmas. They are wonderful pets.
I want one or more. And I would change their water and food every day. They are beautiful pets and have a personality of their own.
They also can be educational.
Love,
Audrey
This is stealth. A surprise attack. My ammo supplies are low. I am in need of back up.
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