the little pink bird.

A little pink bird flew over and stood on my shoulder today. 

It scratched its skinny left leg with its skinny right leg.

It sang for a little bit.

Then it told me a bit of gossip.

Apparently, some first-years were heard saying:

X

 Oh ya! Soon it's going to be our turn to moot.

Y

Yalor. Next year.

X

Find those people with good English wan to be in our group. *giggle*

Y 

*giggle*

The little pink bird told me that it hears such things easily,

because nobody ever pays attention to a bird.

In fact, nobody really pays attention to a 'stranger' standing in front of them in a line to pay for food.

The little pink bird said I'd be surprised at the things I can blog about when I listen to people who think I am a stranger who doesn't listen.

The little pink bird said if it would listen, and I would write,

life could get pretty interesting,

especially if the people who said them read them on a stranger's blog.

The little pink bird said it can't wait to see how many blog posts will be labelled "News From the Little Pink Bird" at the end of 2010.

The little pink bird sang for a bit.

It scratched its skinny right leg with its skinny left leg.

Then it flew away.

And then I sat down and wrote.