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in the land of roaring mice

after many cold and dark months, today was a good day.

It was a five egger.

Five hens.

Five eggs.

That may seem like a poultry sum to many around the world

Unless of course you live in ‘Merica

Apparently in ‘Merica those five eggs would hatch ten dollars in my pocket.

With the exchange rate these days?

That’s seventeen Canadian.

No wonder that angry, flaccid orange turnip thinks we should be a state. That fucker isn’t after our water or access to our protected dairy industry. That flaccid bastard wants our eggs.

Some say that Canada is playing the role of David vs Goliath.

Others have called Canada as the mouse living next to a sleeping elephant.

Well.

The elephant woke up, reattached it’s wig and started trumpeting about the mouse.

What’s worse?

It big orange elephant has been smashing all around the farm sending the price of eggs through the roof.

It enough to make one wish that the summer sniper had better aim.

Sure, us mice are small.

But no one is hunting us for our tusks.

And when the price of b…