Sighing, she looked into the dusty mirror

Sighing, she looked into the dusty mirror and took off her earrings, eyelashes, and nose.

Being a Barbara Streisand stunt double was hard work,

but a worthwhile & fulfilling career. I've got a divaesque personality-check. But I can't sing & my hair fell out when I was 3. Ms Streisand wil only communicate with me via pigeon

walk. That's pretty strange. She'll waddle in a seemingly random walk while cocking her head forward occasionally picking at bits on the floor. But Barbra is my diva mentor

ability to fly like a real bird. Her student's can say whatever they want, by Barbara is a highly effective teacher. Barbra put on her penguin suit and looked at her self in

her avian mind. A mind of swirling spaces traced out by up and down for transit vectors, wind resultants, likely thermals while also balancing procreative motive, social bonding,

ya know, the usual stuff a bird girl has. She was pretty special, though, even for a bird girl.

Her head was like that of a cardinal, bright coloured red with beak and feathers. Her wings were red and black with white stripes. I hadn't ever seen anything like it. We went to

Mount Everest, where she tested my faith. "Jump," she said. "I will fly down and catch you, I promise." I wasn't sure how this would end, but I knew I had to try...so I jumped.