A selection of Various Birds
Unintended Consequence
True, the collagen treatment had given Linda Lou big bee-stung looking lips, but she also had begun to notice some other less desirable effects the clinic had not mentioned before the treatments begun . . .
No Pat Downs
Greg (pictured), though a high-mileage frequent flier, was thinking about giving up flying; the invasive full body scan (who knew what long term danger that posed?) or the equally invasive pat down both seemed to be going way too far. He did wonder about the guy who told the TSA screener, “Don’t touch my junk;” Greg thought much more highly of his individual biological components than that.
Recognition
True, Jenny was an owl, and also true some of her extended family did live in or near barns, but she was an uptown girl girl living in the fancy masonry of libraries, theater marquees, and courthouses. Hardly a common “barn owl . . .”
FauxMo? Ho Ho!
Just back from NY NY, Tina June (called Tina Tuna by her friends) thought her NY NY FauxMo do and her new cheek tats were way cool, but behind her back, her friends whispered, “FauxMo? Ho, ho, ho!”
Diet Choices
Lucius was thinking his current diet of Mice-A-Roni, Chicken Fried Mice, Mice creme, and his favorite, Mice Burger (Triple Decker with extra tails) could benefit with a new entree or two. Maybe Ratatouille or fried Chipmunk chips. Hold the Veggies . . .
Who, Whom, or Who Gives a Hoot?
When Daphne’s fifth grade English class was having a hard time learning when to use whom or who, some smart-mouthed little back-row wag loudly asked, “Who gives a hoot . . .