Gold. Black. A golden throne
made sense, as only a regal toilet of such shade fits her dropping,
but pooping was an art for a bird such as she! It took perfect aim and a lot of gusto to pull off a launch, and so
she would pick the obsidian throne instead.
She twisted her neck to glance at her partner, another red robin, who nodded at her with the solemn face of a pastor.
With renewed determination, she flew up and performed a triple Lutz airborne before a
gunk of white could be seen falling from the skies, straight onto
Jaeger@Ashifili.
Her partner sang in victory and together they flew into the
sunset morning sun.
Next to him, also
stuck between branches threatening to give way for them to dive twenty feet down onto an empty, grassless patch, was a
blonde@Skyswimsky whom the birds chose to spare, since
her hair was deemed sub-par for the bird's dropping to stand out.
Well, monochrome would always remain classic.
Below them was
another blonde@Zombehs, who would be stirring by now, next to a pile of crap obviously left behind by a camper recently: a net, a tent fabric, a few sticks taken from brooms, a long rope, a knife large enough to stab a wild turkey through, and a waxy stone.
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