The clock is speeding up.
I can't maintain a stealthy composure.
My chickens are even looking at me funny.
What is that about?
Are my feathers falling out?
I'll be back soon
right after
sleep.
Zzzz
zzz
zz
z
z
z
z
 |
| (flapping wings stir up lots of dirt and sand) |
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