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 Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 11:37 am
Privately, she was impressed Bitter End did as she was told.
The patient now restrained - to a certain extent, anyway - she very, very carefully maneuvered the plumes till she had the pin feather, and only the pin feather, first between her lips, then clenched between her teeth.
Easy - easy does it… A firm pull.
The bird squawked and struggled, both wings now flapping - but the feather had come out whole. The surgery was a success.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 11:39 am
Bitter End watched the critter she was eulogising brief minutes ago flap, and let go of it instinctively as it beat urgently away at her ankle.
"That's it?" She said with incredulity as it started to live its little birdy life once more.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 11:40 am
Sleepless watched the bird hop a distance away, fluttering and preening through its remaining feathers. She was experiencing some grim satisfaction (though she might have to admit a measure of it was probably from depriving Bitter End of more grand oration).
”That’s it.”
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 11:40 am
She took a while to appreciate the view of its revival, feeling the bitterness of her head ebb just slightly, turning into unwilling optimism and warmth. It was lucky after all. The Motherfather had done it well. She was silent and still, eyes trailing after the bird.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 11:42 am
Slowly, her attention turned from the bird to her enforced travelling companion, watching in some surprise as the perennial cynicism in that pale eye gave way to a sort of mellow peace. Latching onto this reprieve, she wheedled, taking care to sound as pathetic as possible:
”Can we pleeeease go look for some yarrow now?”
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 11:43 am
Suddenly ashamed of her momentary weakness, she snapped back to her senses and sat down on her rump firmly. " You really have got to stop making up these imaginary friends." ENDThe story continues in...WP03 - Stuck!
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