Category: Birds
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Twenty-Four Days of Christmas: 11
On the Eleventh of December my Creation brought to me three Tufties swimming. Yes, I know that in the original version of the song, the number of gifts brought matched the day’s number, but it is very safe to say that this isn’t the original version of the song. And besides, I only ever saw…
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Twenty-Four Days of Christmas: 8
On the Eighth of December my Creation brought to me a muster, nay a pride, nay an OSTENTATION of peacocks. … they sung in ostentation… I think there may be just a tad more than eight there. Or maybe not.
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Counting Ravens
One two three The ravens gather Four five six Do numbers matter? Seven eight Circling high Nine ten I wonder why…
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What Now?
So there I was, eating me cornflakes enjoying a lovely cool breeze, and I allowed my mind to wander. Dangerous stuff that, when eating your cornflakes. I munched and crunched, and with each bite I could hear footsteps across a gravelled courtyard. “Halt!” A voice shouted as I swallowed. I took another mouthful, and heard…
The Mansionic Perspective 