Upon awakening on the third day, I found the tell-tale sign of the giant feather once more. It had to be true yet I still had my doubts until I walked out to the front yard and found my car buried under a giant pile of we'll just say I had to shovel it out. Apparently it does exist. So, if your ever in the neighborhood up the hill past the red picket fence near the street of Sesame, don't bother with an umbrella, it wont help, and never ever look up.
View in a thankful mood that I didn't shoot a photo of my car buried
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Friday, August 30, 2013
Legend Has It: The Last Day
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