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Joe and Annes baby Lilly
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a feather blew across the pavement skipping over the yellow lines in a silent dance in the filthy air.
"there goes another one. I'm down to ten. I initially lost 500, I think my flesh just let go in the shock of being smashed." a wheel slides by just missing her crushed body, but slamming into something else, but what? It's hard to determine. Mouse? Rat? Chipmunk? The tail will give it away, but where did it go? "Its gone, lost with my feather."
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fyn gula
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"actually, i didn't have a tail to begin with," i said, although i don't know what i was, oh, i'm un-idENTified," (you must notice i said that like rudolf in the robin hill made famous red-nosed reindeer show) i could have been an escaped gerbil, maybe a guiena pig, please don't tell me i was papichy the hamster because then i would be wanted for the moider of my brudda pachy. shhh."
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Joe and Annes baby Lilly
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"I had a tail, but it was torn off. At least you didn't have to go through that, but see this here. I'd point but then again I didn't even have arms when I was inflated. this pile of red feathers under my ribs. They don't belong to me. Yes I once had a fling. i lost my heart, but he only lost a tail." It began to rain, cold fat drops that spatterd the dry road into a painting of the world above. "Did you eat your brother's tail?"
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fyn gula
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"darling, no," i said, remembering how i used to scratch my head with my paws and claws but not quite able to do it now, kind of though, like a phantom limb.
"i ate his face."
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Joe and Annes baby Lilly
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"My face is gone too. I tried to convince the ants at first, but after they took away my eyes I didn't care anymore. Don't worry your brother probably doesn't miss it." The rain was turning to snow. " I think this will be my last snow. When the last one melted, most of my organs melted with it. Don't plan on staying too long. If the snow lays, the trucks will plow us away. Is there anything you wished you had done? I wish I had laid this egg, but no it is doomed to lay here in my pelvis, completely useless."
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fyn gula
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"i wish, i wisH, i wiSH, i wISH, i don't know," i said, watching the snow cover us up. i couldn't see anything but the fillagree of flakes, like the ones people cut out and hang from the plank ceiling and they spin in the rising heat. "i guess i wish i wouldn't have stared at those bright lights like a scared rabbit." and then i wished i was a rabbit but i didn't tell you because i thought i only get one wish on my birthday. is this my birthday? no. oh, "so can i 'ave more wishes, please?"
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Joe and Annes baby Lilly
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"Wish, wish, WISH, but don't breathe, never again. Wish to breath, wish to sing, wish to be a rabbit. What is the difference between now and 5 min. ago? You were wishing then and you are wishing now." As the snow began to lay building one snowflake upon another, their laughter dying out in to a quiet hum, the last feathers began to stiffen.
"You wish you wish. Wish. You wish for breath. Sing that for eternity and if you get a second chance there will be no need for wishing, only singing."
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fyn gula
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and what i wished i could be and do, i was, at least i thought i was and isn't that the same thing?
a rabbit singing,
"hit the road, jack."
there was something coming out of my mouth, definately not singing. it was the scraping of the snow plow. i saw you fling up into the air and somehow the wind caught you and away you went as if you were flying again like you used to. and me, i tumbled about, it rather tickled and even for a brief happy moment reminded me of the wheel i used to run about in.
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sabbie
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im so hot now. jsut think - my last movement was not truly my own but a inforced slide, something else had taken control of my body and my life and everything was out of my paws. if i had paws anymore. but now all that is left of me is two black tire marks on the road pointing to my crushed body. fur askew and ribs asunder, blood dried to blackness under the burning sun and my secrets splayed open for all the world to see. but the only things that come near are the flies, clouds and clouds of black and noisy and nosy flies and its so hot here lying in the sun. so hot. i once could move around, lay in dappled shade or find a pond or a puddle, or create my own wind to cool myself down by running through the bush. but now it hardly seems fair that my last movement was not my own choice at all and the heat would slowly be killing me if someone else hadnt taken that responsiblity already...
im jsut so hot lying here.
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