That's a lame duck, out the window. We have to feed bread to it and its drake, because it can't fly. Earlier, I was asking Es why she hadn't eaten the fruit she'd bought; it turned out she'd got sour grapes. It's cliché city here. Only a few weeks ago I said boo to a goose.
That's a lame duck, out the window. We have to feed bread to it and its drake, because it can't fly. Earlier, I was asking Es why she hadn't eaten the fruit she'd bought; it turned out she'd got sour grapes. It's cliché city here. Only a few weeks ago I said boo to a goose.