It’s a tradition: every year after Hallowe’en, Jack spends his remaining days perched on the birdbath, before finding his way over to the nearby compost zone. A little dignity before his face gets all brown and saggy.
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One wonders what Jack finds so alarming. The unkempt state of our house? The canine traffic? Or just the brief brutishness of life?