Doctor Doolittle
3 May 2006Today I had lunch at a café called Astoria on Lambton Quay. It is the sort of café that is full of suits discussing interesting things such as quarterly financial figures and annual projections. Anyway, I was outside giving myself cancer and the jitters when I saw a cute little sparrow on the ground next to me. This cute little sparrow looked up at me with a sad face saying, please give me some of your delicious blueberry muffin that you aren’t going to eat. So I break off a few bits and drop them on the ground next to me. The cute little sparrow gobbled them thankfully, and looked up at me as if to ask for more. So I say out-loud, “You’ll have to eat it out of my hand.” I break off a little piece and hold it towards the cute little sparrow who flies up to my hand, hovers in mid-air and bites the muffin out of my fingers. He does this a couple of times before I tell him out-loud, “Why don’t you come sit on the back of this chair here and I’ll feed you some more.” So the cute little sparrow flies up to the back of the chair, and sits there until I give him some more muffin. He eats a couple of muffin pieces out of my hand and then flies down to the ground. He looks at me again with his cute little sparrow face and I tell him out-loud, “Okay, come back up here but this is the last piece.” So he flies up to the back of the chair, I offer him a small chunk of muffin which he takes in his beak and flies off around the corner, never to be seen again.
Seriously. I am fucking Doctor Doolittle!
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you’re the real life mary poppins, ani.
( .. and I’m not sure,but I couldn’t access the comments for this entry the normal way, so I sorta cheated.. hope you’re not mad.. )
