"GET THAT BIRD OUT OF THE OVEN!"

"GET THAT BIRD OUT OF THE OVEN!"

One hot summer day, in a cottage kitchen Naomi peered at her sweaty sister with swollen eyes. "Hey, get that bird out of the oven!" she yelled with loud ferocity.

"Hey, get that bird out of the oven!" screeched the parrot - Naomi's sweaty sister Molly cackled at the irony. Naomi rushed over to rescue the soon to be baked budgie, but Molly

said, "Blue canary in the oven by the light switch, who watches over you." Molly was totally going for it. Naomi said, "Shut up and stop sweating all over the turkey." But no,

the baste sauce and the sweat together gave off an aroma that got both of their panties sopping wet. The blue canary and who ever watched over Naomi sure got a show on that kitchen

puppet head collection, which was so huge and ugly that congress decided to dump it into the Pacific Ocean in spite of California laws against the disposal of trash in waterways.

She didn’t care about environmental issues, and she cared even less about California laws; The puppet head collection was her life, and her life was drowning off Santa Rosa Island.

Years painstakingly collecting puppet heads on the California black market knickknack circuit vanished beneath the waves. She ripped of her clothes and dived after the collection

following it down into the thickening blackness. The water was not as cold as she'd thought. It seemed to draw her in and wrap her up, a feeling like comfort, if not quite love.