XBear
Unfortunately for Silver, one of the papers that Dil had so graciously posted on the buffet was either forgotten, or the wind had replaced it. Either way it was now face down, covering the array of punch cups.
After waking up sore, tired, and muddy from the recent events, Nao was thirsty.
Using whatever strength he had, the little Fa'e flew over to the punch bowl and eyed it. No no, he was too dirty to drink from where everyone else would drink from, that would be disgusting. Instead, he flutter hopped ungracefully towards the punch cups, slipping and falling beak first into the paper.
Despite the fact that he was now stuck, Nao found his tongue meeting sweet nectar and the hummingbird immediately began to gorge himself.
Satisfied, the Fa'e tried to sit up, and found he couldn't.
Tug, tug... TUG! It was useless. Stuipid dirty paper in his way.
His WINGS! Flapping them as ferociously as the little Fa'e could, until he lifted off and began flying in every direction in attempts to remove the paper from his beak.
Giving an angry yell only he could hear, Nao spiraled around the prom, narrowly avoiding trees, people, and other various solid objects.
This was horrible! He couldn't see! He was going to die!
As if Irony needed amusement, the tiny little Fa'e zipped speedily past Silver's face, though sadly out of reach, lunge, or butterfly net catching range.
Maybe he should get a job in advertising...
((Sorry, just had to... ))
After waking up sore, tired, and muddy from the recent events, Nao was thirsty.
Using whatever strength he had, the little Fa'e flew over to the punch bowl and eyed it. No no, he was too dirty to drink from where everyone else would drink from, that would be disgusting. Instead, he flutter hopped ungracefully towards the punch cups, slipping and falling beak first into the paper.
Despite the fact that he was now stuck, Nao found his tongue meeting sweet nectar and the hummingbird immediately began to gorge himself.
Satisfied, the Fa'e tried to sit up, and found he couldn't.
Tug, tug... TUG! It was useless. Stuipid dirty paper in his way.
His WINGS! Flapping them as ferociously as the little Fa'e could, until he lifted off and began flying in every direction in attempts to remove the paper from his beak.
Giving an angry yell only he could hear, Nao spiraled around the prom, narrowly avoiding trees, people, and other various solid objects.
This was horrible! He couldn't see! He was going to die!
As if Irony needed amusement, the tiny little Fa'e zipped speedily past Silver's face, though sadly out of reach, lunge, or butterfly net catching range.
Maybe he should get a job in advertising...
((Sorry, just had to... ))
I'll save my earthquake rant for another day folks, then I'll get on my geology major groove and play out my gripes. biggrin
