The Little Yellow Bird. Part 2
Created Friday, December 31, 2010
No one ever told me that a bird can not write a manuscript, or attend a University. I feel I could hold my own as a bird, and some day I may even become a member of the Hub Pages elite to see how many accolades I could garner.
My boy friend came to visit me yesterday , and he put his hand on me. I think he is cute, but still I had to sock him on his beak. He has to learn manners. Male birds are like brats, so they have to realize right from wrong.
He pouted for a while, and then I forgave him , and told him again that I was going to remain a Virgin until marriage, then we flew to the house trailer. By the way, we live in beautiful Louisiana .
As I was listening to the goings on in the house trailer yesterday evening I heard the lady of the house say that she did not feel well , and that she had to lie down.
The husband was worried about his wife. He must have asked her a thousand times what was the matter.
I heard the lady say that she thought her blood sugar could have dropped , and that she had to lie down. I think I heard her say she ate something to bring her blood sugar numbers back up.
The husband started cooking . I heard him tell his wife to rest , and to stay in bed , and that he would carry Becky to bed.
The lady got some rest ,for what seemed like, and hour while the husband cooked some rice, and chicken with sausage.
I flew by the living room window. I saw a cute cat that they call "Gray Fox." Fox is a real mess. I think he runs the house. He gets whatever he wants. The lady calls him her little man . They cook chicken for Fox. I think he likes soft food.
My boy friend put his hand on something personal again by that house trailer. Talk about a hard head ! Once a bird puts evil in his mind there is no way to get it out even with a hammer, or chisel, so I socked him in his beak again. He did not say a word. He just kept his beak to himself.
To make matters worst my boy friend asked me if I would at least touch something for him , but I told him that I did not want to touch anything until I get a ring. He flew off somewhere. I bet he is went to get me a ring, and I hope it has a big rock, and I would like white gold. Females must look out for themselves.
The husband in the house trailer finished cooking his rice ,and chicken, and then gave his daughter some with some cold ice tea. The little girl likes ice tea. I heard her say, "Thank You Daddy."
Being a bird, sometimes I think about doing some serious writing since I see so many things. Other times I just feel like saying, to heck with it.
The people in the house trailer ended up in the kitchen for a while. I saw the husband putting rice, and chicken in plates. The little girl ate all her food, and then the daddy moved things around again to bring the girl in her wheelchair to bed.
The big tan cat they call Boo went to visit them all in their room. The cat has a big shelf that he lies on. A few of the other cats follow the family in the room. The people turn on their television to see what is worth watching .
I heard the lady say that she felt a lot better. I am sure the husband, or writer must be pleased about that.
My boy friend just returned. I don't know where he got a ring. He must need a hand job real bad. I hate to touch that thing . I don't know if I want to do that ,or not. I may have to talk to my mother about the situation. He does not seem too happy about my decision.