flightless hag

A chronicle of the adventures of birdwoman: a lonely, talentless freak who wanders the internet in search of entertainment.

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I'm a 40-something married white female, survivor of weight watchers, avid reader of pulp. Dogs (not cats), extreme right (handed, not politics), ENTJ, alto, wanna-be knitter.

March 01, 2007

Nighttime Ravings

So, all was quiet at the dusty aviary. The bratlings were snug in their bunks, Titus the Dog guarding them in his cowering kind of way, Grandma was sawing logs, and Mom and Dad were chasing Hypnos around in his realm when all of the sudden…


over and over and over again. I am a heavy sleeper, so I didn’t even really notice it until John stumbled across the room, lifted the curtain, OPENED the WINDOW (it’s still winter here) and sleepily yelled,

“Hey Fox! Shut up!”

As if the fox knows its name. (In hind sight, it reminds me of the scene from the Crow when FunBoy is calling “here, birdy birdy!”)

Now, of course, the fox knows it has company, so it starts talking more…

John ended up slamming the window down, which scared foxy enough that he went to another yard and serenaded someone else.

So, does that qualify as in like a Lion or in like a Lamb?



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