Any resemblance to any living individual(s) is purely coincidental.
A man lives near the edge of a forest with his wife. The wife is a very kind person. Every now and then she would find an injured animal in their yard, and would waste no time bringing it into their home and taking care of it until it recovers. The man doesn’t mind animals, just as long as they don’t bother him.
However, during the winter, the wife brings more and more animals into the house. One day, it was a deer that was freezing and hungry. Another day it was a squirrel that had gotten buried in the snow. The pattern continues for much of the winter season. The woman had gotten so busy that the man, who was being neglected by his wife, was starting to lose his patience. Yet he doesn’t point it out since he figures that it would start calming down when spring comes around.
One cold morning, the wife finds a small bird shivering in the birdbath. She immediately takes it inside, but with all the other animals taking up space she had to put it on her husband’s chair that was placed near the wood stove.
When the man sees the bird on his favorite relaxation spot, his patience finally reaches its limit.
“That’s it!” he snaps. “I’ve had it with these beasts invading my house and hogging your attention! How about showing me some care for a change?”
“Honey, please,” the wife begs. “Not in front of the chilled wren.”
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