“He who smelt
it, dealt it.”
Confucius*
#quote
The number pi
goes on forever. I also wished that normal pie went on forever. Anyway onto
the flash fiction!
Polly's
Feelings
Hi! I'm Polly!
I'm a parrot! I live in a house with my owners. They put me in a
“cage”, but it's so big its like I have a room all my own. My
life's great! I can get all I ever want when I want. At least most of
the time. Flap my feathers, act cute, and if I say I want a cracker,
they'll probably give me one. I feel great. I feel great about where
I live and about my owners. What's that smell?
It's coming
from the kitchen, they moved my cage a few days ago. I think they did
it for the new television but now I could see inside the kitchen. Now
I could see what the kitchen smells were. I saw what they put in the
center of the table. Is that...a cooked bird? And are they having it
with crackers?
I now have very
different feelings about things.
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