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On the Fourth Day of Dizzy...

Stop squawking at me!
Stop squawking at me!

On the fourth day of Dizzy, Dizzy’s deals to me…

Chunky bulky yarns,

Soft single plies,

Something al-pac-a,

And a great yarn for socks for my feet!

Is it just me, or is this heading in a festively… ominous direction? Don’t misunderstand, I love birds! But I just finished calming down about the idea of fuzzy trees, and that tree over there is close to having more feathers than needles and – Hey! Leave that present alone, you fancy chicken!

Oh now they’re all squawking at me! Quit it! Dizzzzzy! Freeeed! Tell these birds to settle down!