shylevon
11-05-2005, 02:27 AM
Hi all, it’s baby Nyxie again. I wrote a short time ago, really concerned about something my momma said about me losing my chirper if I continued to chirper so much. Well, that still does concern me, but something new has been bothering me, too. In that very thread, about my chirpering, my Auntie Lori said I was an apple, and that I hadn’t fallen too far from the tree. I didn’t know that I was an apple, and the telling of this caused me some major constipation…ah, constellation…ah, consternation…ah, it made me think real hard. I set off on a mission to discover if I really was an apple after all.
I stopped by Missy Danae one day and I asked her, ‘Is you an apple?’ I said.
‘No,’ she laughed, ‘I is a peachie, everybody knows I is a peachie, see my peachie face?’ She does have a very peachie face.
‘Why do you ask?’ she inquired.
‘Auntie Lori said I was an apple, and I’s just gotta know for sure if I is or I isn’t.’
Danae said, ‘Well, I don’t know if you’s an apple or not, but Auntie Lori is gonna shoot a bird straight. She ain’t gonna tell no little birdies no lies.’
So I went to ask Missy Nereus. I asked, ‘Is you an apple?’
‘Noooo,’ she said, ‘I’s a peachie. See my little peachie brow?’
Yes, I did see her peachie brow, but I told her that ‘Auntie Lori told me I is an apple and if I truly is an apple, I should find out and go live with other apples of my own kind.’
‘I don’t even know what an apple looks like, so you could be an apple. Auntie Lori’d shoot a bird straight. She ain’t the kind of person to tell no little birdie no lies.’
Well, Nerin sure doesn’t have a peachie face. Even I have a more peachie face than Nerin, so up I went to the top of the cage and asked him what he thought of my being an apple or not.
Nerin said, ‘There are lots of different kinds of peachies, and lots of different kinds of apples and just because I don’t have but one single peachie feather on my face, it don’t mean I ain’t a peachie. I is a peachie, tried and true, and I know for sure that I is even if I were to lose my one peachie feather.’
I looked really hard, and I squinted my eyes, and at last I did see the single little peachie feather on Nerin’s whitey, white face. ‘You probably is an apple then. Auntie Lori is gonna shoot a bird straight. She ain’t gonna tell a little birdie no lies. And if you is an apple, you can’t be a peachie.’
Then Nike came and said, ‘You ain’t a peachie… Maybe you ain’t even a lovie.’ And she laughed and laughed. Oh, that Nike is not a very nice birdie at all.
Then Calais saw that we were all talking and she came to see what all the fuss was about. I told her that Auntie Lori said I was an apple, and that I didn’t know how to find out if I really was or was not.
‘Well, don’t you remember hatching out of your shell?’
I thought and thought, and I really couldn’t remember anything like that. ‘Do you remember hatching out of your shell, Calais?’
‘Of course I do. It was the longest, hardest two whole days of my life. Ain’t no little birdie is gonna forget that. If you don’t remember hatching, then you probably is an apple. Auntie Lori is gonna shoot a bird straight. She ain’t ever gonna tell a little birdie no lies.’
So, I thought again real hard about the day I might have hatched from my eggie. I got nothing. ‘What was it you remembered most about hatching? If I know that, I might remember more.’
‘Well, I was just a little chickie, and I was snoozing all rolled up and warm in my little shell and it was dark, and all was good with the world. Suddenly, I got the worst toe crick of my little life. I tried to wiggle the crick out, but it had gotten to be a tight fit in that egg recently, for some odd reason. Oh, I tried to wiggle this way and that, and there was just no wiggle room at all. I thought, I gotta get out of this eggie, or this toe crick is gonna send me right off my nut. So, I started to peck a little on the shell, and it looks like it should break right open, but it doesn’t. I had to peck a little tiny hole then wiggle around to peck another tiny hole in another spot. And, I did mention that there was no wiggle room. Finally, after two whole days of pecking and wiggling, and wondering why I hadn’t pecked my way out of that shell last week, while I still had some wiggle room, I finally broke free of the shell. I tell ya, five more minutes with that toe crick and I’d a chewed that toe clean off. That’s how I remember that I was hatched out of my eggie.’
Well, I really didn’t remember anything like that, and I wondered if I should have some memories that would help me, somewhere up in my little head.
‘Well,’ Calais said, ‘what did Auntie Lori say to you?’
I told Calais ‘Auntie Lori said I was an apple and that I had fallen out of my tree.’
‘Oh, so maybe you need to remember falling out of a tree if you can’t remember hatching.’
‘How do I do that?’
‘Hmmm, you could climb up that there curtain rod, to the very top and step off. It’s a long way down, and maybe you will remember falling off the tree.’
What a great idea that was. So, I climbed up to the very top of the curtain rod, I held my breath, and I don’t mind telling you I was more than a little afraid as I stepped off the edge. I flapped my clippedied wingies all the way down, bounced back up about two feet, and hit the carpet again. Knocked the wind out of me real good, but I did remember something.
‘Theia, Theia,’ I said, as I ran across the floor to the cage as fast as my little feetsies would carry me (cause we ain’t supposed to be on the floor), ‘I remember, I remember.’
Theia was talking to Neaera about some nonsense but she stopped and asked, ‘What do you remember?’
‘I remember falling off my tree. I is an apple, I really is, just like Auntie Lori said so.’
‘How did you remember? I ain’t gonna contradict and I mean if Auntie Lori said so, it is probably true, cause Auntie Lori is gonna shoot a bird straight. She ain’t gonna tell a little birdie no lies. But how did you remember?’
‘Well, Calais told me to climb up to the top of the curtain rod and step off, and when I did, I remembered falling just like that so I really must have fallen off the tree.’
Theia said, ‘Maybe you just remembered when you fell off that curtain rod only yesterday. Maybe that is what you remember, and not falling out of a tree.’
‘I think you fell off that curtain rod twice yesterday,’ Neaera said.
‘Yup, I think it was twice,’ said Theia, ‘could have been three times.’
‘I think it was three times the day before, and maybe the day before that, too’ said Neaera.
‘I think you fell off that curtain rod every day since you came to live here. I don’t think you can use that to remind you that you fell out of a tree,’ she said.
‘Well, how is I ever gonna know?’ I asked.
Auntie Lori, she’s gonna shoot a bird straight. She ain’t gonna tell no little birdie no lies,’ Neaera said. ‘If she says you is an apple, you gotta be an apple.’
Then Danae came by and she said that it was all gonna be okay, that they would still love me even if I was an apple. ‘What exactly did Auntie Lori say to you?’
I told them, ‘She said that I was an apple and that I didn’t fall very far from the tree.’
‘Hmm, maybe she is confused,’ Danae said, ‘Cause there ain’t no apple trees hereabouts no where and you would need to have fallen a very long ways away from your tree. Now I ain’t saying Auntie Lori is wrong because Auntie Lori would shoot a bird straight. She ain’t the sort of auntie that would tell a little birdie no lies.’
So, that’s about all I could do to determine if I was an apple or a peachie. So I am going to ask my birdie friends out there if any of you remember me when I was in the eggie, or when I was hanging on my tree.
Please post me a note at:
Nyxie Le Von
c/o The Green Birdcage In The Corner
Calgary, Alberta
I just really feel like I gotta know. I’m hoping it will stop all the constipation…ah, constellation…ah, consternation…ah, make me stop thinking so hard. Oh, and tell the postman not to give the letter to Danae, cause she will shred it up before I see it, being nesty as she is and all. Oh, and tell him not to give it to Nereus either, oh, or Calais…, oh, or Neaera…, oh, or Nike. If they get their beaks on it I’ll never know the truth.
Now I know Auntie Lori is gonna shoot a bird straight, which sounds like a really bad thing, but it isn’t. It just means that she wouldn’t tell a little birdie no lies.
Sigh, I just gotta know.
Thank you all so much for reading. Bye for now.
Baby Nyxie
I stopped by Missy Danae one day and I asked her, ‘Is you an apple?’ I said.
‘No,’ she laughed, ‘I is a peachie, everybody knows I is a peachie, see my peachie face?’ She does have a very peachie face.
‘Why do you ask?’ she inquired.
‘Auntie Lori said I was an apple, and I’s just gotta know for sure if I is or I isn’t.’
Danae said, ‘Well, I don’t know if you’s an apple or not, but Auntie Lori is gonna shoot a bird straight. She ain’t gonna tell no little birdies no lies.’
So I went to ask Missy Nereus. I asked, ‘Is you an apple?’
‘Noooo,’ she said, ‘I’s a peachie. See my little peachie brow?’
Yes, I did see her peachie brow, but I told her that ‘Auntie Lori told me I is an apple and if I truly is an apple, I should find out and go live with other apples of my own kind.’
‘I don’t even know what an apple looks like, so you could be an apple. Auntie Lori’d shoot a bird straight. She ain’t the kind of person to tell no little birdie no lies.’
Well, Nerin sure doesn’t have a peachie face. Even I have a more peachie face than Nerin, so up I went to the top of the cage and asked him what he thought of my being an apple or not.
Nerin said, ‘There are lots of different kinds of peachies, and lots of different kinds of apples and just because I don’t have but one single peachie feather on my face, it don’t mean I ain’t a peachie. I is a peachie, tried and true, and I know for sure that I is even if I were to lose my one peachie feather.’
I looked really hard, and I squinted my eyes, and at last I did see the single little peachie feather on Nerin’s whitey, white face. ‘You probably is an apple then. Auntie Lori is gonna shoot a bird straight. She ain’t gonna tell a little birdie no lies. And if you is an apple, you can’t be a peachie.’
Then Nike came and said, ‘You ain’t a peachie… Maybe you ain’t even a lovie.’ And she laughed and laughed. Oh, that Nike is not a very nice birdie at all.
Then Calais saw that we were all talking and she came to see what all the fuss was about. I told her that Auntie Lori said I was an apple, and that I didn’t know how to find out if I really was or was not.
‘Well, don’t you remember hatching out of your shell?’
I thought and thought, and I really couldn’t remember anything like that. ‘Do you remember hatching out of your shell, Calais?’
‘Of course I do. It was the longest, hardest two whole days of my life. Ain’t no little birdie is gonna forget that. If you don’t remember hatching, then you probably is an apple. Auntie Lori is gonna shoot a bird straight. She ain’t ever gonna tell a little birdie no lies.’
So, I thought again real hard about the day I might have hatched from my eggie. I got nothing. ‘What was it you remembered most about hatching? If I know that, I might remember more.’
‘Well, I was just a little chickie, and I was snoozing all rolled up and warm in my little shell and it was dark, and all was good with the world. Suddenly, I got the worst toe crick of my little life. I tried to wiggle the crick out, but it had gotten to be a tight fit in that egg recently, for some odd reason. Oh, I tried to wiggle this way and that, and there was just no wiggle room at all. I thought, I gotta get out of this eggie, or this toe crick is gonna send me right off my nut. So, I started to peck a little on the shell, and it looks like it should break right open, but it doesn’t. I had to peck a little tiny hole then wiggle around to peck another tiny hole in another spot. And, I did mention that there was no wiggle room. Finally, after two whole days of pecking and wiggling, and wondering why I hadn’t pecked my way out of that shell last week, while I still had some wiggle room, I finally broke free of the shell. I tell ya, five more minutes with that toe crick and I’d a chewed that toe clean off. That’s how I remember that I was hatched out of my eggie.’
Well, I really didn’t remember anything like that, and I wondered if I should have some memories that would help me, somewhere up in my little head.
‘Well,’ Calais said, ‘what did Auntie Lori say to you?’
I told Calais ‘Auntie Lori said I was an apple and that I had fallen out of my tree.’
‘Oh, so maybe you need to remember falling out of a tree if you can’t remember hatching.’
‘How do I do that?’
‘Hmmm, you could climb up that there curtain rod, to the very top and step off. It’s a long way down, and maybe you will remember falling off the tree.’
What a great idea that was. So, I climbed up to the very top of the curtain rod, I held my breath, and I don’t mind telling you I was more than a little afraid as I stepped off the edge. I flapped my clippedied wingies all the way down, bounced back up about two feet, and hit the carpet again. Knocked the wind out of me real good, but I did remember something.
‘Theia, Theia,’ I said, as I ran across the floor to the cage as fast as my little feetsies would carry me (cause we ain’t supposed to be on the floor), ‘I remember, I remember.’
Theia was talking to Neaera about some nonsense but she stopped and asked, ‘What do you remember?’
‘I remember falling off my tree. I is an apple, I really is, just like Auntie Lori said so.’
‘How did you remember? I ain’t gonna contradict and I mean if Auntie Lori said so, it is probably true, cause Auntie Lori is gonna shoot a bird straight. She ain’t gonna tell a little birdie no lies. But how did you remember?’
‘Well, Calais told me to climb up to the top of the curtain rod and step off, and when I did, I remembered falling just like that so I really must have fallen off the tree.’
Theia said, ‘Maybe you just remembered when you fell off that curtain rod only yesterday. Maybe that is what you remember, and not falling out of a tree.’
‘I think you fell off that curtain rod twice yesterday,’ Neaera said.
‘Yup, I think it was twice,’ said Theia, ‘could have been three times.’
‘I think it was three times the day before, and maybe the day before that, too’ said Neaera.
‘I think you fell off that curtain rod every day since you came to live here. I don’t think you can use that to remind you that you fell out of a tree,’ she said.
‘Well, how is I ever gonna know?’ I asked.
Auntie Lori, she’s gonna shoot a bird straight. She ain’t gonna tell no little birdie no lies,’ Neaera said. ‘If she says you is an apple, you gotta be an apple.’
Then Danae came by and she said that it was all gonna be okay, that they would still love me even if I was an apple. ‘What exactly did Auntie Lori say to you?’
I told them, ‘She said that I was an apple and that I didn’t fall very far from the tree.’
‘Hmm, maybe she is confused,’ Danae said, ‘Cause there ain’t no apple trees hereabouts no where and you would need to have fallen a very long ways away from your tree. Now I ain’t saying Auntie Lori is wrong because Auntie Lori would shoot a bird straight. She ain’t the sort of auntie that would tell a little birdie no lies.’
So, that’s about all I could do to determine if I was an apple or a peachie. So I am going to ask my birdie friends out there if any of you remember me when I was in the eggie, or when I was hanging on my tree.
Please post me a note at:
Nyxie Le Von
c/o The Green Birdcage In The Corner
Calgary, Alberta
I just really feel like I gotta know. I’m hoping it will stop all the constipation…ah, constellation…ah, consternation…ah, make me stop thinking so hard. Oh, and tell the postman not to give the letter to Danae, cause she will shred it up before I see it, being nesty as she is and all. Oh, and tell him not to give it to Nereus either, oh, or Calais…, oh, or Neaera…, oh, or Nike. If they get their beaks on it I’ll never know the truth.
Now I know Auntie Lori is gonna shoot a bird straight, which sounds like a really bad thing, but it isn’t. It just means that she wouldn’t tell a little birdie no lies.
Sigh, I just gotta know.
Thank you all so much for reading. Bye for now.
Baby Nyxie