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The Little Yellow Bird. Part 34. A Telligram From High Command.

Updated on December 27, 2015

The Little Yellow Bird. Part 34. A Telligrram From High Command.

Monday, February 21, 2011

My husband sat at the kitchen table with Daisy on one knee. The door bell rang so I quickly went to see who it was. A young Navy officer asked if he could speak to my husband . I told him to come in, and that my husband was having a cup of coffee, and I invited the officer to join us for breakfast.

The officer stood at attention and saluted my husband. My husband briefly returned a courteous salute , and said " at ease young fellow , and what is on the menu today? "

The officer said, " Information at this time is highly classified. You have orders to rendezvous , with another pilot over the North Atlantic. "

My husband smiled at little Daisy, and kissed me on the cheek , and then he proceeded to briskly walk to a location in the mansion where classified information allowed him access to and elevator.

Ten minutes later my husband stepped into the cock pit of the black bomber, and his navigator accompanied him.

Codes only recognized by sensors enabled the jet to be taxied along a very long exit path that increased upward in gradual increments toward outer doors that would release a fury only known by a chosen few.

In know time at all the black jet hit 400 miles per hour and was sky bound, and it's commander and navigator were swiftly soaring and slicing threw the clouds in blue Heaven at 1000 miles per hour.

Delicate sensors discovered a Badger jet over the Atlantic. Swiftly codes of a classified nature caused the inboard computers in the black jet to decipher incoming sensitive crucial information .Orders came from the strategic high command, and they were quickly recognized.

No one on planet earth would ever know exactly what happened to a vicious dictator , and his five Generals in a discreet area of the world. It was a totally long well thought out extraction.

In know time at all the black jet was over the Pacific Ocean. Mr. Yellow Bird, the Commander was wearing his one white glove when he compressed the red button that would release one singular highly classified kind of missile that completed the mission.

Later on vital information confirmed the extraction, the surgical termination of a very cruel dictator and of his comrades at arms. The black jet was the best solution to a monster guilty of mass murder , and of ethnic cleansing.

The dictator, and his Generals were vaporized in one second, which was a merciful clean up of them, considering the awful cruelties he and his Generals had dished out to so many innocent souls.

Another thirty minutes passed , and the Commander was back in the mansion feeding Daisy some apple sauce while his wife settled down with a cup of fresh brewed coffee. Mr. yellow bird talked a bit to the young officer who had joined Mr.s yellow bird and the chicks for breakfast.

Tulip and Rosy also visited their daddy's knee to taste some apple sauce. Mr. yellow bird had no regrets for what he had to do. He was the kind of man that followed orders , and never thought twice about them.

Grandma and grandpa woke up kind of late. The little yellow bird joined her parents at the table. Her dad buttered some toast while grandma cooked up some biscuits , and brown gravy. The little yellow bird asked her Commander husband for some jelly donuts, and like old times he went out to get some for the entire family.

Iris called. She is the little yellow bird's sister-in-law. She called her to wish her a happy birthday. The triplets had gifts which were pictures of their mama they drew with their crayons. The family baked mama a delicious German Chocolate Bunt Cake , and covered it with a zillion candles. The triplets said they found candles wholesale so there would be plenty enough of them to cover her cake.

The Little Yellow Bird said, " I am not as old as your cake makes me out to be. I am not as old as Methuselah." Tulip and Daisy and Rosy, and their daddy, and the Red Cross Nurse , and a few Marines, and grandma and grandpa sang happy birthday, and everyone ate cake and ice cream.

The chicks stuck one hundred and thirty seven candled in their mamas cake.

To Be Continued:

God Bless Everyone.


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    • stars439 profile image

      stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State.

      Dear Phoenix : Good morning , and thank you for dropping by. God Bless You Dear Heart.

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      Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

      WOW - James Bond Bird! ha ha Great write.

    • stars439 profile image

      stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State.

      Thank you for droping by and glad you liked the hub. God Bless You.

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      Mentalist acer 6 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

      Nothing like an early extraction to work up an appetite for some jelly donuts,brave indeed Lee.;)