Conversation With A. Lyttell Birdie

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: Why if it isn't  A. Lyttell Birdie!  It's been many a month since we've gotten together and exchanged small items of interest. 

: Well, since you ask, I DID happen to overhear something rather unusual last night as I was sitting on the roof of Sheriff Twigg's cabin.  With all my background as a Courier Reporter, of course I just couldn't resist listening, even though I know it's impolite to eavesdrop.  Anyway, there I was on this eave, and right below me, Sheriff Twigg and that strange little skinny girl, Twiggy, whooo arrived in town last month, were whispering and giggling and sipping down Mint Juleps.  Most unbecoming behavior for our Sheriff,  I must say!   I heard Twiggy make a comment about how she couldn't seem to find anything for the "willowy" figure in Mohicanland, since everything seems to be made for lady lumberjacks, and Sheriff Twigg replied he was partial to some healthy love-handles, himself.  Most unbecoming conversation for Sheriff Twigg, I must say, but then whooo am I to judge?  Then she said she guessed she'd just have to go to Albany to shop for a fitting trousseau to show off her new ring.  I can't imagine what they were talking about, since I haven't seen any banns posted in Mohicanland, but I'm sure the story will come to light before long.  

: Well, must fly, but stop over at the blasted oak tomorrow evening, and we'll share a mouse souffle and settle down for a good long chitter-chat. So nice seeing you again!

: Ann Owl


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