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tales of the cluck and the crow pt.3

POV: you're the turkey, but this time there is cocaine up ur ass

damn. that crow. was he sexy.

i licked my beak, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist the urge to ruffle my feathers. just as i was doing so. it hurt. it got stuck.

ouch

owie

dammit

and so my feathered ass remained planted on the bark of the tree. yes. i was barking.

woofwoof.

meowmeow

chirpchirp

i often think about this. but usually not with my tongue stuck to my beak. i saw figures approaching me. well at least that's what it looked like until I heard the deep resonant bakow which was oh so resonant and deep.

"johnny?". i called hesitantly

"nah clucks. it ain't johnny mah babes. ya know who it is."

i trembled at the deepness and resonant ness of the voice which sent shivers down my spine. it was so deep and resonant that my tongue was no longer stuck to me beak... instead it fell to the floor with my jaw.

i reached down to pick it up, my legs squashed against my plump spherical orbular body, but just as I was doing so my head bumped into a brick wall. Only, it wasn't a brick wall. i looked up to see the suave sexy crow staring right into my feathered soul. i was a bit confused at first. his left eye wasn't exactly pointing towards me but ya know what eye contact is overrated. so stressful. but his ass was beautiful. he had plucked it to perfection.

"Bitch"

my eyes on either side of my head quivered.