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Points Tail Feathers
Point’s tail feathers were roaring this morning heavier than usual, today they felt enormously weighted. have I always been this bogged down? He wondered Weighted down from end to end, fowled from way back. his wife did not ask what was wrong. She has learned it is better not to mention his aches and pains. the cage feels pretty confined when he is flying like a hummingbird. He gave her part of a stink eye, but she pretended not to see. Phoenix men are grouchy in their older ages. Point had never been grumpy in his youth. When the babies were growing up. Now they were gone; he had lost purpose. Why don’t you reincarnate this morning? The minute she said it, she knew this was a mistake. Point gave her another mean look. “Why? Do you want to get rid of me?” She begged him to get a hobby, but nothing interested him. I would be grumpy too, if I did not have a hobby, she thought. She wandered into the back of their cage and began to write. “Point’s tail feathers were roaring this morning….”
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