muny, huny.

Last night, I find Birdie wearing my old hiking bandanna around her head as a kerchief, and holding a sign that reads: "muny."



"What are you supposed to be?"
"A peasant."
"Why are you holding that sign?"
"Because peasants are poor. I need money."
"I see. And what will you do for money?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"I'm poooooooor. Not bored."