That beautiful magpie robin again perched on my window today and woke me with its continuous melodious whistling. It's been a month now. This nuisance, I call it Rob, lands on my window every morning as soon as my eyes feel droopy and I decide to sleep.
I'm a chronic night owl. I generally hate, H A T E, early mornings or any mornings for that matter.
So, today, when Rob looked through my window and began whistling, our eyes met. I swiftly picked up my gun and shot Rob in one go. Good riddance, I thought.
Next morning, as I was about to sleep, Rob again perched himself on the window, whistling. Only this time, staring menacingly at me.
