Randomocity: The Eighth Exaggerated Event
A blue parrot flew over a desert one day, the long-lost pet of a Mr. Van Phary. It grew weary and landed on a cactus. It promptly took off again. It landed again, on a vulture-laden corpse. The whale corpse exploded gorily, presumably because of the build up of thermal energy from decomposition, but more probably because of the dynamite stick that Billy threw into it about five minutes before. Birds scattered everywhere. The parrot flew on.
A mottled blue parrot flew over an isolated shipwreck, the bow sticking out from the sands. On this the parrot alighted, happy for a brief respite. But then a horrible sandworm from Zeta Beta 7 erupted from the sands, snapping at the unfortunate bird. The parrot flew on.
A mottled blue parrot missing several feathers flew over the ocean. It landed on an upjut of rock sticking out over the waters. The rock twitched. The parrot looked down into the now open maw of a black shark. The shark grinned the grin that says, “Hey, there’s candy in here. Why don’t you come in and get some?” The parrot flew on. He wanted a cracker, dammit, not candy.
A mottled blue parrot missing several feathers with a cracker craving flew over a city. It landed in a tree. A little boy peered out from the bushes, looking awestruck at the bird. The bird wondered if there may be a cracker in store for it. However the rock that had shot out of the boy’s slingshot was a poor substitute for saltines. The parrot flew on.
The parrot realized that this was simply not its day. It set down on what it thought would be a relatively safe branch. And it was. Another parrot soon came up to meet it.
“Caw?” it said.
“Caw,” the parrot said.
“Cawaw?” it said.
“Cracker,” the parrot said.
“Caw,” it said.
“Caw? Cracker?” the parrot said.
“Caw,” it said nodding.
“Caw?!” the parrot said.
“Cawcaw,” it said, gliding downwards.
A mottled blue parrot missing several feathers with a cracker craving and a hatred for little awestruck boys followed its new best friend through the canopy and into a large, gaping cave with a curious arrangement of stalagmites and stalactites out in front of it. It was strangely warm inside, and then the entrance suddenly sealed up behind them.
A bit later, the tongue lure of the rare ParrotEater was back up on the branch.
“Caw?” it said to a parrot next to it.
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Original content © Julia Ryer aka Raptress Kyra, 2003-2008.