A little bird with bright red feathers flew

A little bird with bright red feathers flew by me erratically. I held up my hand & it landed on my palm. It burst into flames leaving a little pile of golden ash. I ate the ash.

All was calm, for a time. I stood & watched nothing in particular. Then a nauseous surge, I couldn't breathe, a little bird with bright red feathers burst from my mouth. It circled

round my head, chirping for HELP! Suddenly, SuperSquawkers came bulleting through the blue sky, his rainbow feather cape billowing behind him & dove straight into my face! My eyes

r and wiped juicy red goo off my face mask, which had a tiny leak. Immediately I worried about contamination. Would I soon join SuperSquawker and come to that same end?

Maybe it was the leak or, more likely, my agony causing me to hyperventilate and causing my suit to bring on a Shutdown but I could have sworn that it had been SuperSquawker who'd

squawked his way through here. "Dammit SuperSquaker! Not again!" I screamed.

A man in Quaker garb and a cape took offense. "Twas not I who doth offend thee!" he said, spewing oatmeal all over my shoes, "Twas that parrot!" Meanwhile, Squawkers had headed

for the nearest yogurt mill, tired of the old Quaker Oats without a proper parfait for a good old parrot. Squawkers squawked squeakily at the nearest spellchecked yogurt mill.

"I'm just a parrot in this cruel, cruel world. Is it to much to ask for a decent pile of oats? I can't live like this." And just like that the parrot decided it was better to die.