EEEEEK
Terror and unsolved mysteries at Rambi's.
I went upstairs to make the bed, opened my bedroom door, and found the floor covered with bird fluff and feathers. Everywhere! And this is a big room. My first thought, quick product of denial, was that one of the feather pillows had split a seam, but they are white and these were dark grey feathers. Oh, just let it be dead, I thought. And began to look under things- the bed, the dressers, the nightstands, the rockers, nothing...into the bath- the closets...clean (Well- of bird bodies), back to the bed where I fearfully threw back the covers, praying that the cats don't love us that much.
THere is nothing worse than finding a mangled, dead bird body than not finding one.
I've been thinking though, and have a new theory. This may be a case of the boundaries between the 3D and cyberworld dimensions somehow weakening and enabling the energies to cross over - a sort of psychic goo transfer- and take on physical form, confusing realities.
Stay with me here, because this is where it gets good.
Think about it: GRAY FEATHERS. BIRDS! DEAD ONES! SPARROWS!!!!
Ahhh- I see you understand.
But I still don't know where the body is. |
