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The Little Yellow Bird. Part 5

Updated on August 5, 2015

Created Monday, January 3, 2011.

From now on I am going to be extra careful around my boyfriend. I am not ready for mother hood until I have my white gold wedding band, a washer ,and dryer. I want a set of gold leaf dishes, and a pretty convertible to enjoy when I do not feel like flying. I also want lots of dress shoes.

He can have nice things too, like a boat to catch fish for our future chicks. By the way, he is on his way to our mall box now. He is supposed to bring something special from the bakery. Maybe he will have some jelly donuts. We like strawberry, blueberry, and butterscotch .

I was thinking we could fly somewhere special on our honeymoon after we are married . I do not want to just lay in one of those coin operated beds in a cheap motel room. That would be kinky, and unfitting , for a bird of my class.

A lovely bird like myself should be pampered, loved and caressed. She should never have to hear quarters in some ridiculous machine just to satisfy a horny guy.

I want my future family to attend church on Sundays . They say that the family that prays together stays together.

We might cook a roast today . When my boy friend , and father fly home, mother, and I will have the table fixed. We will cook some potatoes because guys love meat with potatoes. We want our men strong ,and healthy . I am going to relax in daddy, and mother's nest again for a while ,and watch MTV . I like to hear Hana Montana sing.

I will have to open a savings account. The squirrels down the street are good about putting nuts away for hard times. Every home should prepare it's future with a savings.

Suppose one of us dies. We are going to need burial insurance. I would want my boy friend laid out proper. If something were to happen to me in my youth, my mom , and dad would lose their marbles. The thought of a funeral is enough to make me nearly cry, so I am not going to think about this stuff much .

The black , and white cat down the street in the house trailer was making clicking sounds again. I had a good look at him from a limb of a Magnolia tree .

The writer was carrying out garbage bags yesterday afternoon. The lady of the house was sitting at the kitchen table doing some paper work. The little cripple girl was throwing pieces of paper away, into a small bag that was attached to her wheelchair.

One of their cats in their trailer was actually tapping the lady on her arm with and open paw. I never saw a cat so smart before. I could hear the lady talking to that cat .


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      stars439 7 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State.

      Dear Hello hello : Thank you very much. I am glad you like the little hub. God Bless You Dear Heart.

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      Hello, hello, 7 years ago from London, UK

      How sweet and lovely to read.