Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts

Monday, 20 June 2011

Sick

‘Kolin, you smell like sick’
‘Yes darling’
‘Kolin, why do you smell like sick?’
‘Because I have been sicked darling’
‘Oh’
‘Kandy, sweetest?’
‘What’
‘Can I come into the nest?’
‘No’
‘But my honeydrop..’
‘No’
‘But sugarwings, I love you, why can I not come in?’
‘Because there is no bloody room Kolin, that is why. When you find us a bigger nest on a bigger sign, then you can come in- until then - no way’
‘But toffeeclaws...’
‘No Kolin, I am trying to brood the next generation, continue to repopulate the country with the noble Red Kite; I am not going to share with you, your string and a bloody rancid kiddie’
‘Oh, ok saccharine talons, I’ll just wait out here shall I?’