The national economic crisis, as if it hadn’t done enough damage, struck yet again last week, this time against Mother Nature herself.“You know, we thought the good times would never end,” said one Robin who decided against flying south for winter because of a newly signed mortgage for a plush mega-nest in the top of a maple tree on Memphis Street. “I had no idea the interest rates would climb so high and so fast.”
Today, the Robin and his wife were evicted, unable to come up with enough straw to pay the landlord, Mr. Crow.
“There’s no straw. The down economy brought a lot of cold with it and it seems to have dried up the straw supply,” Mr. Robin said, staring despondently into his birdbath perch. “And the worms just don’t seem to be as big and fat as they used to.”
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