Birdman, or the expected virtue of ignorance

Birdman

sometimes i pretend i’m a superhero and i can fly like a bird. i go way up high, and then i can

finally catch those birdies that come into my backyard and make all that racket, trying to annoy

me because they think i can’t catch them. but when i’m birdman i can!

if i think really hard, and listen to that little voice in my head that says, yes i can! i think i could

fly. yesterday i jumped from the bench in my yard and i tried hard to fly, but i fell straight down

on my snout. i think i didn’t think hard enough. i’ll try again today, but first i need food. i can’t

think on an empty stomach. a tuna melt with relish and swiss cheese and a sweet pickle will do.

and then i’ll be ready to fly!

meow.

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