The Little Yellow Bird . Part 7
January 5, 2011
I flew near the house trailer yesterday evening. The writer was sitting on a chair by his sink cutting chicken , and cooking , for his family.
Standing right behind him, and watching him was Gray Fox, their favorite cat. The writer took some cooked chicken, cut it in pieces , and served some in a dish to Fox, to their cats.
The writer prepared baked chicken , for Becky, and Joann. His family enjoyed the food with ranch dressing. I bet he would serve my boy friend, and I , and my mom , and dad some if we wanted some .
My boyfriend Pete is serious about the Navy. He makes excellent grades in college , and he wants the Navy to help him with college money. He has a perfect grade point average, and stays on the Deans List .
He wants to fly F-22 Raptors . His flying skills are already superb . He gets to practice flying in simulators at military base where senior students are allowed to be trained if they are interested in military careers.
I would miss him if he joined the service, but I would probably become a wonderful military housewife. I could see myself now serving my lover from a delicious casserole .
I bet military housewives acquire excellent opportunities to shop ,for wonderful food. I could see it all in my dreams, a lovely home ,a white picket fence, baby chicks jumping up, and down for delicious grub worms, and a husband at the kitchen table reading the newspaper, while the youngest chick is slinging baby food all over the place from a high chair.
It is going to take a while for my dreams to come true. By the way, my dad brought home some cabbage, and black eyed peas. I am not a cabbage , or black eyed peas fan, but if it all means a prosperous New Year I will try to choke some of that down my gullet.
I wish we had more cranberry sauce . My boyfriend , and I could live the rest of our lives on turkey, gravy, and apple pies. The holidays are great.
The people in the house trailer serve great meals. The lady of the house cooked a scrumptious turkey, a ham, and they had sweet potatoes, and canned yams. They had cranberry sauce, and cold drinks. My mom, and dad almost served the same kind of feast . Come to think of it, all of America might be having much of the same kind of food.
The cats by that trailer love to run threw their house after they eat. That little cat Tiger is funny the way she pats the lady with, and open paw for attention. The lady picks up the little cat, and holds it to make it feel better.
Little animals can be loveable I guess to folks . Little cats , and dogs have such tender little hearts, and they all seem to really want love, food, and decent places to call home.
Well I suppose I better fly back to my mom, and dad's house. They do not want me to stay out late with so much going on in the world.
Hanah Montana is pretty good with her electric guitar. I thought about learning the guitar as well . My boy friend likes rock, and roll. I guess it would take a while to learn how to play the electric guitar, but I don't have the time because I have to paint my nails tangerine. My boy friend has a weird thing about feet. Maybe I should not push his buttons the way I do. Maybe I should paint them pink instead.
I think I might cook a pizza, one of those store pizzas we have in our freezer. Maybe I will fix a large glass of ice tea, and then I will lie in my mom, and dad's nest, and watch MTV.