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[va-bird] A Little Story
- From: "Ron Staley" <rmstaley@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: <va-bird@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 22:57:53 -0500
Oops! I got all your expectations up about the story and then forgot to include
it. Here it is:
Ron Staley
Herndon, VA
Mrs. Doolittle
A happily married man had only one complaint, his wife was always
nursing sick birds.
One November evening, he came home to find a raven with a splint on
its beak sitting in his favorite chair. On the dining room table
there was a feverish eagle pecking at an aspirin while, in the
kitchen, his wife was comforting a shivering little wren that she
found in the snow.
The furious spouse strode over to where his wife was toweling down
the cold little bird. "I can't take it any more! We've got to get rid
of all of these damn..."
The wife held up her hand to cut him off in mid-curse. "Please,
Dear," she said, "Not in front of the chilled wren."
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