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16th October 2006, 07:58 AM
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Season 2 Episode #15Back in the dog carrier, Tooter, and Dinkster were trying to figure a way out of this prediciment. Squeeks, on the other hand resigned himself to waiting and being ready for his chance to make a break for it. For such an excitable bird, he could be a very laid back pijie when the mood took him.
Nobody asked, and Squeeks didn't tell, exactly where or why he brought it, but he was sitting at the back of the carrier playing a tiny harmonica and singing the blues. It was a sight to see. A big and well rounded Pijie popping seeds and practicing circular breathing at the same time. He figured he had to keep his strength up somehow. All it did was serve to annoy Tooter even more. He was in a perfect mood when they got their first "Visitors". 'Ah! Hello, mein Pijie Tooter! Und how are you this evening?' Asked Dorian, as he materialized out of the shadows with Tiddles in tow. 'Can't complain.' Said Tooter. 'It's warm and dry in here, I got my best friends with me. Plenty of good seed, and we even got some live entertainment going on thanks to Squeeks and his "One Pijie Band".' Tooter paused for a second, cocked his head to the side as if considering something which just occured to him. 'Mind you. Between ourselves, of course, - Erm, If you had some nice clean water, I'd be forever grateful. Perrier if you have it. Non sparkling of course. But I suppose we could slum it, and go domestic.......?' 'Ahhhh! Ze famous Pijie sense of humour! Do not let ziss stony exterior fool you. Deep down inside I am laughing like zee loon-a-tick'. 'Well, I don't know about Luna, but deffinatly thick anyway.' Suggested Dinkster under his breath. 'I heard Zat.' Hissed Dorian. 'My my my, Dinkster Pijie. For Zat you vill pay.' 'You know what they say.' said Squeeks putting down the harmonica for a second, and focusing on Dorian with a "bigger-they-are-the-harder-they-fall" look... 'Seeds? - $5.00. Harmonica? - $10. Getting a chance to insult Dorian Von Nastypuss? - Priceless'. 'Are you going to let those Pigeons speak to you like that!' whined Tiddles. 'Nein Tiddles. I am not.' smiled dorian, showing lots of fang. 'Feel free to poke zem mit a stick if you wish. I am going to take fourty vinks before our guests arrive. Oh, and Tiddles? Don't damage them. We need them able to fly, or ze hunters vill be so annoyed.' Tiddles scampered into the trees and returned minutes later with a large stick. He slid it through the bars aiming for Tooter. Tooter cought it about half way down it's length at the thickest part. Then, without saying a word, or taking his eyes off Tiddles, he calmy bit it in half. 'Please do that again', said Tooter 'A couple of more twigs, and we'll have enough to make a start on a nice little nest.' 'Laugh while you can Pijies. In the morning, that box opens, and bye bye SPPs.' 'Betcha $10, you are wrong.' Said Dinkster. Tiddles scampered away. Things were not going well in Mass. Mary Lou had the routine down pat, well she was a long time professional. Garye was just about there too, maybe another couple of tries, and she'd be presentable. But unfortunatly Moe had two left feet. The good news was that her singing voice was fine. All those ellecution and projection lessions at the Pijie school of journalism were paying off. 'Ok, Girls. Let's try it one more time' sighed Mary Lou. 'And 5...6....5-6...7...and Step-Kick-Twirl-Step-Shake those tail feathers! Mary Lou heard the crash, and turned to see Mona and Garye rolled up in a ball of blue and grey on the floor. It looked sort of like Gettysburg, but without the horses. However, the violence level wasn't too far off. 'Ladies! Ladies! Please!' 'Don't look at me!' Screamed Garye 'It's her fault! She was twirling when she should have bee kicking.' 'I would have been kicking if I hadn't been slowed down by your gigantic feet! It's like standing next to an Ostrich!' 'Oh Yeah! At least my beak dosn't look like the blunt end of a well used pencil!' 'Yeah! - Last time I saw a beak like yours, it had an elephant on the end of it!' 'Why! I've never been so insulted in my life!' Screamed Garye! 'Now THAT'S surprising!' The two Pijies launched themselves at eachother with the intent of messing up as many feathers as they could. - Pijie murder was afoot. Mary Lou knew how to deal with this. As a long standing show business pijie, she had learned, that if at first a soft approach dosn't work, then there is very little that can't be worked out by a full and judicious beaking. - Pijie Divas are the worst, You think Mariah Carey has a big backstage list? - You should see Mary Lou's..... A couple of seconds later, both Divas were at opposite ends of the room, rearranging feathers, and ignoring eachother. Mary Lou. strutted in between them. 'I was there in 04, when they realeased 1,000 doves at the opening of a bridge. I choreographed it all. Every little dove. And I'm here to tell you that compared to you two, it was a walk in the park.' She stared them both down. 'Now, Tooter, Dinkster, and Squeeks are trapped, and here you both are, squabbling like a couple of......Squabs! Really! If you two can't get along for 5 minutes, the boys are in deep poopy. - Now pull it together, and lets get this done!' More later.
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16th October 2006, 10:12 AM
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I understand how the girls feel. Those long exerting hrs. on the dance floor will fatigue you, and a fatigued pijie is a cranky pijie.
That darling Mr. Sgueaks! I didn't know he could play the hermonica and the bells. Shi must have taught him. They dance together. I wouldn't dought if Shi has him very learned in "The Arts". Feather
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16th October 2006, 04:43 PM
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Honestly Alvin, I wish I could come up with something really original to compliment your work of art but I keep saying the same old, same old - they are wonderful!
We spent most of the day at the state fair today and when we got home found some chalk in the new aviary where the troops are. It was very suspicious. Also, Stratton was alone on one of the perches and all the others were doing pushups on the floor.
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16th October 2006, 06:54 PM
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At least, thanks to Alvin, Maggie, you have an idea what is going on! However, mum's the word. Stratton thinks you don't have a clue! Did you see any pigeons at the fair????? Yes, actually, Squeaks has some - ah - hidden talents. They do show up at the oddest times. Hey, he could teach Garye some dance steps and would LOVE doing so! (bet Garye wouldn't mind either. BUT, we are just talking DANCING!) That would be quite a sight! I must say that Squeaks is quite light on his feet and knows many different dances. His personal favorite, though, is the PIgeon Tango.   Poor Tiddles, he should know better than poking a stick where it doesn't belong! Well, Alvin, once again, we are all waiting to see what happens next! Once again you have left us hanging by our beaks...er, fingernails!
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16th October 2006, 07:01 PM
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Hmmmm...the pigeon tango... sounds like something Garye would love to have private lessons on by Mr. Squeaks. She's always wanted to improve on her dancing and all she needs is a good partner to teach her the steps. Harold isn't that light on his feet, he just chases her all around the dance floor.
Garye's looking for something more graceful. Yes, she still loves Harold but she wouldn't mind getting lessons from a seasoned pro like Mr. Squeaks.
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16th October 2006, 07:10 PM
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Of course, everyone has to get out of this mess they are in, first! Then again, news like that might help Garye calm down. The sooner her job is done, the sooner she can take private dance lessons once Mr. Squeaks is taking a break from SPP duties. 
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#8
18th October 2006, 03:27 AM
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Sorry guys. Had a little bad news in the familly. Haven't been feeling too funny in the last couple of days.
Normal service will resume soon I hope.
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#9
18th October 2006, 08:21 AM
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Hey Alvin, hope everything is ok - thinking of you.
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#10
18th October 2006, 09:31 AM
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Alvin,
I hope the bad news is able to turn positive. At any rate you can see that your fans are pulling for you. When ever you are able to join us will be great, but you don't always have to show your up side you know. We are not fare weathered friends. Take all the time you need. One of many fans, Feather Last edited by Feather; 18th October 2006 at 08:41 PM.
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18th October 2006, 10:04 AM
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Sorry to hear about your bad news Alvin. Something like that can sure put your funny bone out of commission.
Take your time and be good to yourself. Linda
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#12
18th October 2006, 11:12 AM
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YIKES, ALVIN!
I'm so sorry to hear your funny bone is not up to par! THAT can get anyone down, real quick! SENDING ALL THE COMFORTING HUGS YOU CAN TAKE! Hope things get better very quickly...We are all here for you!!
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#13
18th October 2006, 07:35 PM
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I hope Alvin, you are able to get through whatever's going on in your life without too much pain. I do now know what it's like to have to deal with a sudden bad disruption in your every day life.
I just take it one day at a time and hope for the best. I hope it works for you too. 
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