For some reason, the bird kept landing on Vernon's head, no matter how many times he politely asked it to stop.
He wasn't a very good accordion player, but the turtle could only sort of hum along anyway, so it didn't really matter. They collected enough for a BLT and called it a day.
Ever since the little dude had put on that hat, odd things had begun happening.
"I think I need a shave..."
