The Little Yellow Bird Talks To Her Dad. Part 10
The Little Yellow Bird Talks To Her Daddy. Part 10
Monday, January 10, 2011
"What can I do for you on this beautiful morning little girl ?" said the little yellow bird's dad. He was drinking a cup of fresh brewed coffee while his wife was cooking biscuits and gravy.
"Daddy, I know your not going to want to hear this, but you always told me to speak freely with you. That's what you and mom told me, " said the little yellow bird.
"Honey, what is on your mind ? Just express you're self instead of beating around the bush," said her dad.
" Daddy, before I become a housewife I was wondering what it would feel like to be a dancer in Las Vegas ", said his youngest daughter, the little yellow bird.
" When in hell have you come up with that kind of junk ? " said her daddy.
" Daddy, I would just like to know what it would be like to dance in public before I become a serious housewife the rest of my life, " said the little yellow bird.
" What are you talking about little girl ? You're getting the hots young lady, and you better get into the shower to cool off," said the little yellow bird's mother.
" If I ever find out you are dancing in Vegas , I will tear up your behind royal," said the little yellow birds mother.
" Honey, dancing on top of a stage and throwing you're clothes in the air will get you in big trouble. You're boy friend is interested in you, and is sweet to you, but if you dance in public, he would not like that because big crows, and large birds would only be nice to you in order to use you . Those large birds will pin you down ,and could have their way with you , and you want like it one bit ," said the little yellow bird's dad.
" Those big old crows, and large birds will try to fool around with you ," said her daddy.
" Gee whizz do you have to tell her all of that ? She is only a teenager ," said the little yellow bird's mama to dad.
" Well honey, our daughter must know that life can be pretty wicked in those liquor places," said dad.
" Sugar pie, don't even think about shaking yoo're little feathers in a liquor joint because there are dangerous places with birds that drink whisky, and get drunk," said the little yellow bird's daddy.
" Well mom and dad, I was just thinking , and I wanted to talk about the subject. You all told me to talk about stuff so I did. Next time, rather than get the third degree I will look it up in the Encyclopedia Britannica's. If I am ever going to write my life story, I have to have a life, AND YOU GUYS DO NOT WANT ME TO HAVE A LIFE !!!! " said the little yellow bird.
" Calm down honey, we love you and want to protect you. Is that so terrible ? " said her mama.
" No mom, it is not terrible, thank you both for you're kind advice ." said the little yellow bird.
" Don't get sassy with us little girl, go to bed," said daddy.
Now that I talked about that subject, I am going to fly by the house trailer to see how the cats, and those people are doing.
Looks like the writer can move his arm better. Yesterday I think he felt pretty awful, but now he seems to be doing much better.
I see the weather is getting colder. The lady is watching the news, and weather while the crippled girl moves around in her motorized wheelchair.
The writer is in the office. I see his light on. It is getting close to dark so I have to fly home soon. My mom, and dad do not want me out late. The cats look like their all snoozing.
My boy friend might come to visit me tonight by my mom ,and dad's house. I better keep my mouth shut about that dancing idea. He might think I am a floozy.
The best thing I could do is to get home fast before he shows up. I will cook him a pot roast ,and wear a checkered apron. That will make him loveable. He may bring home something delicious from the mall.