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Let's write our own story ...
50 words
No more than and no less than … 50 words. Let’s write a story, a story that belongs to us and comes from us and see where it will take us. If you can’t write 50 words, then please refrain and just enjoy the story. One entry per person per day. “Horse feathers!” he screams at the top of his little lungs as I try to get him out of his cage for the shower he so hates but desperately needs. Where he got that particular phrase is anyone’s guess, but it is his favorite and yells it with gusto every chance … Take it up from there and see where it will lead us. The simplest way is to just copy the previous parts and paste your contribution on to it. Things might get a little jumbled if there are several postings at the same time, but that's Ok, we will sort it out as we go along. Keep it clean and respectful of others and just have fun.
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For thirty years he talked in feathered pride For thirty years he talked before he died. You say that parrots do not really know The meaning of the words they speak? Just so, I grant you that you may be right - but then, Do men? Theodore Stephanides http://www.eclecticdaydreams.com |
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I'll give a try.
“Horse feathers!” he screams at the top of his little lungs as I try to get him out of his cage for the shower he so hates but desperately needs. Where he got that particular phrase is anyone’s guess, but it is his favorite and yells it with gusto every chance he gets. I try coaxing sweetly to him,"Please...come on it's not so bad...it will be fun." Who am I trying to kid? After his last experience; who could blame the little bugger? Getting out of that shower...those beautiful feathers soggy and dripping...looking into the mirror.... ...it's like looking at a waterlogged cat, and it makes me laugh. I retrieve a thick towel, wrap him loosely, and rub little circles into his feathers hoping to remove some of that excess water. He lifts his head up, and his wings tremble slightly, indicating that I should scratch.
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“Horse feathers!” he screams at the top of his little lungs as I try to get him out of his cage for the shower he so hates but desperately needs. Where he got that particular phrase is anyone’s guess, but it is his favorite and yells it with gusto every chance …
Just leave me alone, I'll let you know, when it's time for the Big Show. I'll not scream "Horse Feathers", but will project, "I'll scream; "Common Baby it's time to Go".....***Wink**** Suds me up and slick me down, I'll be the prettiest darn Birdie in this town. I'm independent, want what I want, just quit trying to force me to do what you want, you Little Runt. Thank You Very Much and I love you Daddy Signed, Your Dirty Birdie...***Wink**** Wink**** |
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