White And Red
Always Young As Adults, Never Grow Old
Two strangers met in Heaven: a white tricenarian classy cat and a red vicenarian bird.
White: Where did you come from?
Red: I am a Victorian. I only died young because I was shot.
White: Really???!!! I am a Victorian too. I was born in 1840.
Red: I was born in 2003.
White: The late Victorian era is only until 1901. Were you a soldier, a factory worker or a prince?
Red: I was an instrumentalist. I lived in Victoria Court for twenty-two years and another five years in Victoria Street before I was shot while resting in the balcony.
White: Meowww...
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