Clarence was finding that being beautiful had its rewards, but also its downside. Last Thursday, for instance, he had been asked if the Red meant he was Republican, or if he was Communist, and his Irish friends asked if it meant he was a British Red Coat, and finally he was asked if he was the scarlet colored Wild Beast mentioned in the Bible book of Revelation . . .
In Human time, Bert was only four months old, but in Bird years, he was 16. Since neither of his parents had a car he could use to impress the chicks, he figured he would have to count on bling. He wished he could speed up the process just a little . . .
Marvin had texted his new romantic interest stating that his ruby throat “glows in the dark”. He hoped that she wouldn’t be too disappointed if he had exaggerated just a little, or, worse yet, conclude he was from Chernobyl or Area 51 . . .
Ginny’s friends kept telling her, “Bless your heart, you’re just too sweet.” Ginny’s doctor said it was a gland/hormone disorder or there weren’t enough bees and hummingbirds in the neighborhood; he suggested that maybe she should try an ad in the personals section of Craigslist . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Gloria knew intellectually that bees and insects were necessary to ensure pollination and thus guarantee future generations of her kind, but those tickling little feet just drove her around the bend. Why couldn’t they just hover like humming birds? . . . . David, Sf.G.
When, towards the end of the hummingbird season, Bruno forgot to change the sugar water, the sun worked its magic turning the sweet concoction to a crude form of rum, and of course the guys for miles around all came for a short snort. It quickly became clear why airline pilots are forbidden to drink before flying . . . . David, Sf.G.
