Today I read an account a self-styled amateur naturalist wrote about finding the blood trail and feathers where a federally protected migratory game bird, a White Winged Dove, had been murdered in his own front yard, while his outdoor cat sat calmly and watched him investigate not thirty feet away from the scene on a cushion on a couch on his front porch!
I couldn't write fiction scenarios any worse than this, folks!
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