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[Georgie]

Does anyone care to hear, share or create stories? I wrote a story while I was on Cafe Tropico, talking to a bunch of socialists. Don't know if I should share it here.

[JuntaJoe]

If you need to have a place to work then use my forum, by all means.

[Georgie]

Well, first, I have created a character who will do all the narrating for me. I'll call him Pius. He likes to be animated in storytelling.

[Georgie]

This is not the most amusing of stories.As mentioned, it was created for a certain purpose.Now that there is no reason to delay and make a long oratory, I'll just begin right now.

*sits down in an armchair*

First I must tell you something about chickadees. Mind if I smoke?

*Takes a cigarette out of breastpocket.*

chickadees are these fat little birds(4-5 in) you sometimes see hobbling and singing their names during the winter. These birds maintain a high temperature and exert much energy.Thus...

*pulls a box of matches out from great coat.*

They must constantly eat and often appear to do nothing much but eat.

*Takes a match out of box. Puts box back in great coat.*

Sometimes they eat their weight and more of food a day. And also, they fly in flocks of about six.

*Strikes match on armchair.*

And now for the story you are more or less waiting for.

*Lights up cigarette.*

[Georgie]

It was late autumn and the leaves were turning from flaming red to dull brown. The branches on the trees had long been bare.The field that had a sea of gay flowers the summer past now looked barren and so very empty. Snow was about to fall and winter was near. As ususal, birds came and went with the changing seasons....

A little limping chickadee was caught and taken in. He was kept as a pet and put in a cage by a window that overlooked the world outside. As a captive, he was given all the food he wanted, warmth,and shelter from danger-- life was infinitely easier for our friend.

*Props up left leg on table, boot and all.*

It wasn't total bliss. He missed life out in the wild where he could play with his friends, fly, and be free. His friends often visited him. The window and the cage now separated the two worlds,but they talked to him still. Their freedom made him even more unhappy. Yet he must reason.

*Retrieves flask of whisky from bootleg.*

---"Oh how you are going to get out of there ,we will never know! We wish so very much that you could come with us.There must be a way. But, alas!"
----''My friends, there is hardly a way for me to escape. Besides, it is not so bad here after all. Here I have food, warmth, and comfort. I am never wanting.You must go forth every day and find food. All the while you must look out for danger.Food, danger, and the winter. my friends, how hard life is outside in the world outside!''
-----"Yes! But we have something you have lost. We are free. We have not a cage."

*Uncorks the flask.*

Our chickadee was even sadder.In secret, he knew that his friends were right. But it was not a truth he could admit--even to himself. He fought it and tried to think only of the good things about being in captivity.

*Drinks the whisky.*

Still, this longing to be free crossed his mind often, no matter how hard he tried to supress the it. His friends continued to visite him throughout the winter. They looked at him sadly.

*Recorks flask.*

Then came spring. It was slow at first, but it came. Buds began to grow on the branches. Little shoots soon found their way out of the cold ground. As the days passed, the world slowly woke up from its long sleep. from shoots came leaves and stems, from that came early buds.
Life went on. Other chickadees had built nests and were raising young. they were cheerful and gay.Our poor fellow could only watch from his cage beside the window. He looked wistfully at the world outside.

*Uncorks bottle again.Drinks.*

Spring progressed. A lone butterfly once fluttered by. It rested on the windowsill for a moment, then fluttered away. Then one day our chickadee's friends came by for the last time.

------" We must leave soon.How we wish that you could come with us!"
Now our chickadee was a bit angry.He had tried to convince himself (and others) that life in captivity was really better then out in the wild.Perhaps it was true. But those who know liberty or freedom and love it will not part with it for all the comforts and "goodies" in the world.Yes, the wild was dangerous--death would come without notice. Predators were about. And those who were not strong or fast enough would not live--not for long.

*Starts chain smoking.*

As mentioned, the chickadee had his own quarrels. He did not need to quarrel with his friends again.Thus he cried,
---- ''Leave me alone!"

The other chickadees knew that it was not possible to change his mind.They gathered together and flew away--migrated.

*Drinks again.*

Now no friends will visite him.He became even more miserable. Life was very short for chickadees.They live for only two years. And life was meant to be enjoyed.
-------"Perhaps," he thought,"Perhaps. Just once, I'll go out and mingle with the flowers. See the spring, late as it is."

His chance came when his cage was in the process of being cleaned. The cage door was not secure. Pushing it, he soon found himself outside his "prison." How his spirit soared for a moment! Soon he will be able to see the world outside, fly and be free.

*Downs the content of the flask.*

As he made his way out of the house, a cat that was lurking in the dark behind the front door of the house ran and pounced on him .
Thus a brief life was snuffed out.
*Finis*

[CooJoe]

Not bad.

My only comment is the actions of the nararrator make it a little awkward to read.

[bannie]

I liked it, animations and all



It gives a good visual picture

[Georgie]

Well, what did you glean from it?
And what did you think about Pius?