The doorkeeper rolled his eyes.
"Roll yer eyes, will ya?', barked the bird, and puffing up his chest, took a long haul from his cigar and strutted forward two paces.
"I'll put that damned thing out and then this lovebird's going to introduce you to Mr. FatLip, Bub."
The bird swaggered forward in staggered steps, his wings curled into feathered fists which he rolled in circles as if to demonstrate the sincerity of his threat. His cigar let out rythmic puffs of smoke and from the other corner of his mouth he let out a barrage of spit.
All this caused the doorkeeper to step back in pace with the Lovebird. He wondered to himself what could possibly be in the works for him next. And behind the bird, he saw it. With every step backwards, so came the wheel. The wheel was following him.
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