I’m not sure how to cope . . . it’s all coming at me so fast . . . I’m henpecked . . . and my son was just poached . . . and people keep locking me in storage cabinets . . . I’m not sure if I can go on . . . It would be so easy to just step off the scaffolding . . .
My new home is proving to be a very dangerous place, filled with shady characters. I think I’d prefer to stay in a dark alley in the inner city. Some yayhoo carelessly slammed my head in cabinet door the other morning. The next white elephant exchange can’t come soon enough. I got to get out of here.
– Little Jerry
to Little Jerry’s Blog . . . I’m Little Jerry, the rooster. This is a picture of Shawn and I right after he won me in the white elephant gift exchange. As if anyone can truly own me . . . although, if they could, I’d be quite the prize . . . 