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Ar is a parrot. She is flying around like crazy. To help her pirate boss find his way around the archipelago. But is she really helping? I think she is, actually. What
Frozen. Can't breathe. Can't move. Run? Fight? Surrender.
"Hey", said a voice. I looked around. The crows did their thing, cawing. "I'm here." It was the scarecrow, looking at me askance, with one beady eye.
He stared in surprise at the little android. The expressions she was able to ... fake ... with her five facial plates. As compared to the 43 muscles in a ... real ... human face.
They are stacked impossibly high like a tower of bone. I wonder how the little girls' skeleton has not cracked under their weight like a bird's. Then, one by one, she starts to spin them, on her hands, then, resting her weight on her neck, her feet, and finally, a long pole protruding from her feet like a cannibal's knife in an old-fashioned children's book meant to scare into submission.
The bridge is gone. I have to step onto the barge. The ferryman's eyes hidden in the shadow of his hat's brim.
Crazy polyester colors, big hair, an assertion of fun. We didn't know the cost, then. A kind of innocence.
Ssss. Said the snake. Not really. Said the eagle. I wasn't talking to you. Said the snake. But now you are. Said the eagle. I suppose so. Said the snake. So where does that leave us. Said the eagle. Me slithering through and you flying above. Said the snake.
What's behind the veil?
it's a choice
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