A selection of Various Birds
No More Buffets
Jerome (tall, white) had told his friends (the “Spoonbill Posse”) he wasn’t going to go to a buffet again, and yet here they were. His complaints were several; mediocre food, It was always lukewarm, and who knew what the people ahead of you put in it for a joke when you weren’t looking . . . . David, Sf.G.
Opt Out?
Being Wood Storks, not the other big white kind, Huey, Harvey, and Harold surprised their friends when they told them that their regular job, delivering babies (even though they were not OB/GYN certified), had been just as busy as ever in spite of the recession. Their best guess was that the unemployed had more time for creation of babies (not having to get up early and go to a job). The boys were worried that the new affordable health care mandate would keep fees so low that delivering babies would no longer be profitable. They also worried that with the White House deciding that coal was not green, there would be fewer and fewer chimneys to facilitate delivery. Maybe the used car business specializing in used Priuses. .. . . . David, Sf.G.
Tabloid Turnoff
Janine was beginning to think her mother either had early onset Alzheimer’s or was just plain wacko. Her mother claimed, and swore it was true (you know the major papers don’t lie), that tabloids claimed Condoleeza Rice was converting to Islam along with President Obama, and after the conversions, she was becoming his second wife and working for ACORN doing community organizing. As soon as the FBI released the paparazzis’ camera memory cards, there would be photographic proof–provided the photos didn’t implicate Michael Jackson or Elvis. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Avoiding Service
Larry didn’t really want a divorce–he had no idea his wife was thinking of a divorce until his buddy, Gregg, texted him and said the process server was looking for him. Trying to keep a low profile, Larry hung back in the bushes; he realized it wasn’t great cover, but on the beach the options are somewhat limited. Maybe if he stood real still. . . . . David, Sf.G.
I Must Hurry
Zoe had really begun to believe that the social media thing had some possibilities besides just being used for starting revolutions in the Middle East; a case in point, her girl friend Chloe had just texted her that the University of Phoenix (on line) was having a jobs fair in the park, and at the last minute, they had gotten Al Gore and his band The AlGoreRhythms to to do a gig. All she could say was, “Wow, The AlGoreRhythms, I must hurry”. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Tough Transition
Ruben was going through a tough transition from kid to adult. He had the size, and he could fly (though his father complained that flight insurance for inexperienced teens was horribly expensive), but the hardest part was the scruffy look as his feathers slowly turned full red, and his voice changed from childish cheeps to someone to reckon with. Instinctively he knew, in spite of the pent up desire, he was not exactly a chick magnet . . . . David, Sf.G.