UH-OH! NO, NO, no, no, no!!!
Mom-Lady has just pulled the bird from the hot fire box and already I can smell that something isn’t right. My nose is super, super, super stronger than my pet humans’ and I don’t think they’ve noticed it yet, but I definitely smell a plastic-ish, pong-whiffly stink coming from the roast. Something tells me I maybe shouldn’t have put Jawjaw’s creepy little human inside the baldy bird before it was cooked.
I’ll just keep quiet and hope no one notices …
So much for no one noticing, my furless friend!!
One minute it was “HAPPY FANGS GIVING!” and the next it was …
