One time when I was a kid, a bird flew into our house. I don't know how it got in, but the poor bird was totally freaked out. It slammed into some sliding glass doors and knocked itself out and my dad carried it to the backyard with a shovel.I like the chalk outline on the window of this sketch, and I also like the TV news crew at the bottom. First. Live. Local!
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