Your presence is not welcome.
Tis the season, you know?
I have things to do.
We have places to go.
Every time I turn around, there you are…you and your gift.
I did not ask for this.
In fact, I said no thank you, or I would have…had you bothered to ask.
You were rough in your delivery.
Hence the mess.
Do you really think…
I will encourage this trespass?
This token of your affection?
This nasty dead mouse
on my driveway??
I see the cheshire grin, mister neighborhood cat.
So be it.
I have a lovely grin of my own…as I let loose my dogs.