I might need another language—a non-human one, this time. Because on Christmas whilst taking an early morning walk I came across a fledgeling sat smack in the middle of the path, it beady eyes looking at me. I checked it out. Picked it up and took it home. I worked out how to feed it, and once it cottoned on to the idea, it went for it. I took it to my daughter Albany’s place where the rest of the original family spent the rest of the day from noon until evening.
So that’s my Xmas story about Eks.
Total: J275 D144 G50 P37 F26 Sp21 Da1 A2 R1