Without a single thought of the consequences,

Without a single thought of the consequences, I pushed the barrel over the cliff. The precious cargo would likely be never seen again. Timothy took my hand and

with one sharp shove, sent me over after it. Things were not looking good right now, and as I followed the trajectory of the falling barrel the jagged rocks hurtled closer,

and my time perception slowed down, so that I could really appreciate the jagged rocks towards which I plummeted, their contours, their details, their

kindred spirits. The White Rocks of Dover were united in manifest destiny, in a world ruled purely by rockkind. "Earth could use a clean slate," I thought as my face pressed into

the heaving chest of my Pastor's wife. "What?" "Nothing my pooka," I said. I felt awfully guilty, but the Pastor said grace is undeserved, so, why not indulge myself in his

hymenealy virtues, after all hadn't he just praised them in the sermon? I didn't feel that Grace was undeserving in any case. "Nothing my sparrow, I was just praising the Almighty

Avis for a new day of fresh seed and our beautiful song." The canary minister smiled to the sparrow. A gilded cage was a cage, but he had to keep their spirits up. The clergy

Was handing out bottles of Landshark. Everyone looked at BrotherBlue Jay. 'Crap, what a time to confuse parrothead for parrot food' he mumbled. CanaryMinister was furious! BrotherB

Art never had BrotherBlue too interested until the nude models entered the class room. 4th grade, was the start of the ADD meds, which helped his wallet more then his grades.