childofministry

It was 31 centigrade outside, in the shade.  Lightbulb, the magically conjured electrical hen was sprawled in front of the fan, her feathers blowing in the breeze.  The doors had been officially opened for three hours when the child walked in.  Titus and Raven looked up from their desks.  He had a red toque on, and, strangely enough, mismatched mittens on string.  No one noticed.“Can we help you little boy?” Titus asked, pushing his glasses up his sweaty nose with one finger.  “Are you lost?”“I’m not little.  I’m seven and a third.” The boy answered back.“Shouldn’t you be in school, then?” Raven retorted.“I snuck out.  They say you’re hire...

"There was an Old Raven Who sat on a Fence As I passed by one DayI said Dearest Sir I mean No Offence But how did you get so Grey?""What the hell did you just say?" the bird asked.Anne looked up from her notebook at the crow sitting on the metal wire fence.  She was sitting herself, on the bike path, on the yellow line that separated it.  "I'm writing an ode to you, you big silly." she said, smiling."I'm not really grey." the crow said, a small insulted squawk in his voice.  "I'm only two.  I'm more of a black-ish blue, anyway.""Look, mister, it's called taking artistic liberties, all right?""Oh, it's mister, eh?  Not 'Dearest Sir' anymore...