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Subject: Silent Wings Author: *parrot* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 05:48:26 08/30/01 Thu The beautifull green and red fethers look out of place, after all, a parrot is a creature of the rain forest. Maybe it's lost, but who knows? It glides in and out of the trees untill it reaches a small river, there it lands on a branch overhanging the water. The parrot begins grow, but it's a very akward growing, as if Mother Nature herself were unsure as to what was going on. The branch begins to stress as the parrot grows larger and begins to loose it's feathers. Then, in a sudden snap, the branch breaks as the parrot-thing falls into the water. *a few yards down stream* A girl, soked to the bone wearing a drenched dress of an undecernable color (due to the drenched-ness) crawls sputtering out of the river. "*caugh* stuppid branches...no, stuppid me, *sputters water*...I know I'm hevier then a bird, why do I keep doing that?" The girl continues muttering to herself as she heads into some nearby brush. After a bit of rustling in the brush, an arm comes out and hanges the dress to dry. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]