Let Sleeping Birds Lie
This morning, while I was walking the dog in the 6 AM winter darkness, I nearly stepped on a bird; it was sleeping soundly, hidden in a leaf pile on the edge of the sidewalk, warm and comatose, dreaming of moist soil and wriggling worms, until I disturbed it . . . and then it fluttered off, scattering leaves and scaring the shit out of me.
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Hey everybody, look! The little chicken girl is scared of a little bird. He can't handle this, so he cries like a woman! Hahaha!
Look at the big baby! Hahaha. Hey, big baby, are you wetting yourself? Maybe it is time for you to be changed. Hahaha.
Milos laughs at you, Dave.
what? who is milos?
and tell milos it was very dark, and the fluttering was loud and unexpected
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that bird scared dave so much he's got writer's block
getting there-- overserved at the pub last night, thought we'd have a delay bc of snow.
that's not what i look like.
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