The Truth about Storks

I wager you've heard a lot about storks. Because of course you have. Everyone loves a stork. If you're hoping for a baby but can't get pregnant, just keep the windows open wide. Wait for the night a stork flies in, carrying some moonlit surprise, swaddled in a blanket and held in its beak. Oh, it all sounds nice enough, doesn't it? A story fit for a fairy tale. But no one bothers to ask the really important question.

Where do the babies come from?

I never much thought about it either, not until I caught one of them in action, sneaking into my house through the open window, skulking about in the nursery.

They're all thieves, every one. All crib raiding thieves.