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No French Fries |
| FTLComm - Tisdale - Thursday, January 24, 2002 |
| He burped as he brought his nose up, flapped hard and
dropped to his feet in front of the Chicken Delight. Its good to be alone thought
he as he scanned the sidewalk with its light dusting of snow for some frozen French
fries or perhaps a piece of chicken skin. He did not like French fries, to much
grease, but chicken skin, ah now there is a delicacy fit for any bird with black
feathers. It was getting light, the brisk winter morning air was ambling from the Southwest about the same speed a human would walk on a day like this. He turned again to the sidewalk and give a quick kick at a wrapper and disdainfully noted that there were no French fries, all the better he thought and look out across the street to the park. A fat human fool was standing at the street side with a plastic box up to his face peering at the row of evergreens. God if they didn't drop so much food around humans would be completely impossible to tolerate. They are unpredictable and clearly, most of them are totally unbalanced. What is more, can you image such a woeful existence, to spend your entire life bound forever to the ground, how utterly and completely pitiful A massive white eighteen wheeled vehicle swung into the yard West of Chicken Delight and this made him deeply uneasy. The smell of diesel is among the most repugnant human smells known. He looked around one last time and decided this was pointless. Both legs jerked hard, he unfurled and lunged forward picked up just enough altitude to clear any passing car and headed for the bliss of the evergreens. In a few minutes he would see the school bound droppers heading East below him and it is best just to wait until some immature human drops off breakfast. |