
Rumors, like a sudden gust of wind, sweep across our small barrier Island with alarming speed.
Poor Bathtub Osprey was trying to enjoy a refreshing dip after a long day of fishing, but he couldn’t shake off what a tern had told him earlier: that perverts were on the beach watching birds bathe. So he spent the whole time looking towards the shore, eyeing every shorebird with great suspicion until the paranoia became so overwhelming he had to cut it short and head home.
Nice work, Jimin. Your tiny barbs, your careless and devious speech, like bomb, has not just distorted the fabric of reality, but it has also cratered understanding, leaving poor beings everywhere in a state of confusion and mistrust.
And now that includes poor Bathtub Osprey. And it includes you too!



HaHa! NJ=State of Confusion
i’m glad you caught that