As I swept the floor today, I couldn't help but shake my head and cluck my tongue as I thought:
We're just a bunch of animals.
This barn we live in is masquerading shoddily as a house.
When the kids get home from school they're having grass for an after-school snack, and the all-you-can-eat-garbage-can-buffet.
Hay, chased by this pile of miscellaneous floor droppings for dessert.
you might think I'm kidding.
you might not want to pop in for dinner tonight.