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$$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1090
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "Tweet-tweet The Sparrow"
$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by Trilobyte
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$$ $$ "TssT" "TssT"
near a parking lot for an office building in the center of town,
tweet-tweet the sparrow fell from a tree like a bird on a leaf and landed
on a few blades of grass. he looked at them but wasn't too interested so
he tried to stand up but it didn't work; his attempts were met with sharp
pains in his legs. having no choice, he laid there on his side and stared
at the plain blades of grass and the dirt underneath. there were no worms.
tweet-toot the pigeon sauntered by and noticed how tweet-tweet the
sparrow wasn't moving.
"what's wrong, tweet-tweet?" tweet-toot asked, "are you stuck?"
"i was in the tree but now i'm down here and i can't go anywhere
else," tweet-tweet explained.
tweet-toot, being an old pigeon and having much experience in the
world, understood the problem.
"you are injured! some part of you is broken," he told tweet-tweet.
tweet-tweet looked disappointed. "how can i get fixed?"
"you need to go to an immediate-care clinic, tweet-tweet. maybe
even to the emergency room at the hospital."
tweet-tweet became excited. "yes! take me! please! i can't stay
here forever, i have to go. i think i saw an apple over there!"
tweet-toot shook his head. "i'm sorry, tweet-tweet, i don't think
you'll be able to get that apple. see, hospitals cost money, and we birds
simply haven't got the capital assets to visit immediate-care clinics or
hospitals."
"what? so i can't get fixed?" tweet-tweet asked, as he began to
cry. "probably not," tweet-toot replied. "but i'll get hark-tweet th
bluejay, he has been in a person's house before. maybe he'll have an
idea."
tweet-toot the pigeon left, and came back fifteen minutes later with
hark-tweet the bluejay's cousin, toot-taweet. together, they assessed the
situation. they nodded to each other a few times and then fetched some
worms for tweet-tweet, which he ate appreciatively.
soon, a few dozen birds from around the area began to help
tweet-tweet by bringing him food. if he was awake, they would talk to him
and amuse him as best they could. if he was sleeping (which he did a lot)
they would leave the food by his head, for him to have when he woke up.
hark-tweet the bluejay, who had been in a person's house before, was
pretty good at communicating with people. but he was away for a few weeks,
visiting some friends by the river (the river is neat, you can swoop down
and catch things). his cousin, toot-taweet the bluejay, and tweet-toot,
the pigeon, tried to establish a charitable fund to raise money for
tweet-tweet the sparrow's recovery, but no human people seemed to pay
attention to them.
toot-pa-pa-weet the cardinal wanted to help, though, and found a dime
in a parking lot and gave it to hark-tweet the bluejay.
"you can put this in the fund for tweet-tweet," he said. "how is he
doing?"
"he is still just laying there," hark-tweet replied. "as soon as he
gets up, i think we're going over to the river to celebrate!"
"i'm sure he'll like that," toot-pa-pa-weet smiled. "i'll see you
then?"
"sure thing."
though he wouldn't admit it, hark-tweet the bluejay had already lost
hope.
after toot-pa-pa-weet left, hark-tweet laid his dime next to
tweet-tweet to raise his spirits. tweet-tweet's eyes showed a faint
glimmer of satisfaction, and then went blank.
six days after falling from the tree, tweet-tweet the sparrow died a
silent death of boredom. his body laid there for two weeks, until howard
the custodian-person picked it up with a shovel and threw it in a nearby
dumpster.
in tweet-tweet's honor, nearby birds kept a vow of silence for three
weeks.
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