Those Are Not Birds
We had just moved into our new home with a basement with storage. My mother was organizing the storage space and I heard her murmuring. She was talking to herself about all the pretty little birds. I was about to tell her that they were not birds when she shrieked. To this day, we still call the storage area The Bat Cave.
I was about to tell her that they were not birds when she shrieked. My mother was organizing the storage space and I heard her murmuring. She was talking to herself about all the pretty little birds. We had just moved into our new home with a basement with storage. To this day, we still call the storage area The Bat Cave.