scavenger

“Who would think… a faded, warped, and imperfect flyer could bring,” Calliope tickles Hen’s tummy, “… so much joy?”

“She shur luuuuuuvs,” Tal tosses the frisbee, “finding the lohhhst and discarded —”

“Giving it rapt attention,” Nia picks a piece of orange rubber from the carpet, “until she shreds it — or finds the next.”

How can you think of saying, friend, let me help you get rid of that speck in your eye, when you can’t see past the log in your own eye? Hypocrite! First get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend’s eye.
Luke 6:42