Artwork by Jeanie Tomanek
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I was sitting at the top of my favorite thinking tree when a white bird flew over and landed on a nearby rock ledge. I looked at him, and he looked at me. Tension filled the air. Well, not really, but that seemed appropriate for a situation like this.
After what seemed like an eternity of a few seconds, he said, “One would do well not to think so much.”
I was quite startled. For out all of things I would think he would say, that was not one of them. So, I came back with, “I don’t know what to think about that.”
“Cute,” was his response.
“Why would one do well not to think so much?”
“It leads to having your head in the clouds.”
Isn’t that a good thing at times?”
Not during thunderstorms.”
Feeling a need for some answers, I pressed on. “I thought you-all are supposed to be really little.”
“Yeah, keep pushing it and we’ll see where it gets you.”
“Okay, I’ll rephrase. Aren’t you-all supposed to be much smaller?”
“That would be some of my cousins.”
“The little birds that go around telling people things are some of my cousins.”
“Oh. What is your name?”
“Whoa, I thought you were a male.”
“See where thinking gets you?”
“I am a male, though.”
“But Mildred is a female name.”
“We birds are not so sexist as to think of names as being either male or female.”
“Did you not say that one would do well not to think so much?”
“Well, you got me there.”
“Can I call you Millie, the messenger bird?”
Sensing victory being at hand, I went to give my own wings a good flap. That is when I discovered that they had been clipped. I looked at him, and he looked at me. Tension really did fill the air this time.
After what seemed like an eternity of a few seconds, he asked, “How are you going to get down from there now?”
Without giving it a second thought, I replied, “I really don’t know what to think about this dilemma.
“I’ll have to give you that.”
YAY! Victory was mine, but I still don’t know how I am going to get down from here.
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