The demise of The Gagglehood left a gaping hole in the fabric of our community. That and the untimely deaths of Daffy and Naomi put a pall over everyone.
But Valeria, a wise owl of indeterminate age who some suspected was a witch, told anyone who would listen that things would soon change. Sadly, many feared Valeria and I was one of the few who paid attention.
“Look to the river,” she told me.
And so I found myself standing vigil on the river shore. After weeks of enduring the derision of the other birds, I saw them, seven swans a-swimming out of the mist.
When they came near, their beauty and sensuality struck me. Before day’s end, they had replaced The Gagglehood, calling themselves The Graceful Herd. Valeria had been right. And I, as the first to greet them, became their “agent.” Ka-ching!
This is my BlogFestivus entry for day 7, seven swans a-swimming. Sorry to disappoint you if you were hoping for more bodies. I suspect the next five days will offer ample opportunity to catch up.
|Day||Body Count||Possible Moral|
|Day 1||0||Don’t land in a tree when parachuting with a bag full of money.|
|Day 2||2||Beware of pretty shiny things.|
|Day 3||2||Don’t let taunts get to you. Also, don’t play with explosives.|
|Day 4||1||Don’t mess with the birds.|
|Day 5||0||Fantasy doth not the place of reality take.|
|Day 6||2||Beware of falling in love with a goose.|
|Day 7||0||When a wise old witch-owl speaks, it pays to listen.|