Tuesday, June 14, 2005

'M' Diaries

The 'm' in this title means 'birds up here whose names start with m'. Those birds would be Meesa, Miah, Mr. Winston Goose, Molfoy and Musket. I am sure these animals think differently, but here is my version of their diaries.
Me, Meesa, and the goslings
6-14-05
Today was a good morning. I managed to escape through the fence easily, and then I hooked up with Sparky's goslings.
"Honk honk honk HONK." I said, scolding those fluffwads. "NEVER RUN OFF WITHOUT ME!"
"Yes Miss Meesa," the fourth gosling said.
Number four is SO obedient. Only a little after I scolded the S goslings, three of them ran into the doe pen. But dear number four stayed with me.
About 45 minutes later, as my goslings and I were in the circle drive, Miah escaped from the pen by the milk parlor and ran over to me.

Then I had a good breafast. When Sparky came to get her goslings, she told me that when the human took her, he had called her a VVSUM, which stood for Very Very Scared, Upset Mother.

Me and my days
6-14-05
As everyone knows, my name is Miah. I had an awful morning. The human girl took me. I had a very bad time until Sparky arrived in the pen I was in, and then I contented myself with ripping feathers out of Sparky.
I escaped the pen by flapping over the wire. Ha HA! I had managed to get out of that pen AND no one attempted to re-catch me. Ha HA HA! Sparky was still in the pen, since she doesn't flap when she's molting.
Then I said hi to Meesa and the goslings.
Then I just had to eat breakfast.

Love of Miah
6-14-05
I spent the morning moping around, feeling sad. Why didn't I mate Miah in the Spring? Why didn't I sing her my love? These questions whirled around my head for quite some time. I realized that I should have sung Miah 'HONK honk HONK honk' or 'I so love you.'
Maybe I should sing her 'HONK HONK SQUAWK SQUAWK HONK HOSQUAWK' in the spring. I composed this song, and it means, 'I, Mister Goose, love you so much that my eyeballs are popping out.'

HEN HEN HEN
Prophecy of death
Where's a hen? Where's a hen? I want a hen. I want a hen. I want a hen. I can't find a hen. Oh well, there's a drake. I'M GETTING ON HIM!!!!! Fina- CRACK SPLAT PPPT ACK OW OW OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!

King
The future.
I shall ride in a goose-drawn carriage. I shall step on Molfoy's beak and Shmit's wing. They shall say 'Quad quad. Thag you for steppig on my beag' and 'Pin me to the ground, Master! Use me as your carpet!'
Alas, that is the future.


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