It would be very anti Darwinian for them to come back next year

Mrs Wren: Where shall we build or nest this year, darling?
Mr Wren [watching telly]: Hmm?
Mrs Wren [louder]: I was trying talk about the minor matter of where we're going to live next year, but it doesn't matter, you carry on watching your precious sport, that's FINE!!
[slamming door]
[Mr Wren heaves sigh, turns off telly, goes into kitchen]
Mr Wren: Now darling, don't be upset, I'm so sorry, I just didn't catch what you said
Mrs Wren [mollified]: Oh. Well, I was only wondering where we should build our nest next year.
Mr Wren [puzzled]: Well, same as always, I suppose
Mrs Wren: Do you think so?
Mr Wren: Yes, nice garden, convenient for the worms, lots of leaves, no cats. Super spot that. We were jolly lucky to get it off the Beardmore-Grays.
Mrs Wren: But darling ...
Mr Wren: Yes?
Mrs Wren: Aren't you forgetting something?
Mr Wren: What?
Mrs Wren: THAT FUCKING GREAT BLACK AND DECKER HEDGE CUTTER THAT CAME SLICING THROUGH OUR NEST AND KILLED ALL THE BABIES LAST YEAR

Posted By: Old Git, Sep 13, 14:49:03