Whenever I am outside walking in the city, I always keep my eyes open for dead birds. These guys make awesome pets. Yesterday I was walking with my mom and I happened to find one. While she wasn't looking, I snatched him up and planned to take him home. It turned out, however, that my mom wasn't so fond of my new friend and made me spit him out. That stinks because I promised my mom I would take care of him, feed him, and not eat him if I could take him home. I guess my mom doesn't think I am responsible enough to have a pet. My dad told me that when I grow up I can get my own squirrel farm though (like an ant farm, but for squirrels), so I have that going for me.
6 hours ago