So I'm standing there jabbering away one day when I notice the people are laughing. I kept talking and the laughter got louder and louder. First thing I do is check my zipper. Nope, that wasn't it. Now I'm totally self-conscious. I stop talking and go back to feeding the girls. I push my cart to the next shift door and reach for my keys to unlock it, and they're gone. I look behind me, look in the cart, look in Clara's feed pile. Nothing. Now the people are roaring.
Clara meanwhile is rocking back and forth, left to right and she has her trunk up in the air. She's chirping like a bird and was as excited as a little kid waiting for the ice cream man. Suddenly I hear my keys jangling. I look up and she's got my keys 15 feet above my head.
One wizard thinks our President's magic control initiatives have gone too far.
Are we not allowed to be real parents anymore? We may have feared the CyborFreaks, but we damn well respected them and learned about boundaries.
Ron Paul spins in his chair, trying to grab his decorative antique musket but Freddy gets it first.
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