“So how long are you going to sit there? Is there any
valid reason why you think an adult your age should be climbing trees, bare
foot, in a dress, with a crown and fairy wings?” The bird muttered in squawking
tones.
The woman stared at the bird during its fit and finally
spoke in a small meek voice, “Dear friend of the forest, be at ease I misjudged
the height of this tree… have come to the top and now need a cooling rest
before heading down …be at peace.”
“Friend of the forest? Friend of the forest??! I am your bird
that you couldn't bear to take care of and left me out here to fend for myself!
I thrived, found a partner, built a nest. My nest…where is my nest? Where are
my eggs?”
1 comments:
Oh - oh .. doesn't look too good for the feathered former friend.
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