In the grand scheme of things I probably shouldn’t be freaking out, I mean, I am really scared. Maybe this is completely rational. Maybe…. WAIT IS THAT ANOTHER LIVING THING!?!?!?!??! I ran as fast as my little duck drumsticks called legs, would carry me. “HEY, OVER HERE!!! LOOK AT ME.. LOOK AT ME!!” The thing turned around and… and IT WAS A SOME SORT OF A BIRD!!....... “HoNk hOnK”. What type of bird I have no idea… But it was big and white. “HELLO BREATHING THING.” I say because I haven't seen a moving thing in about 1.5 days… “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…… Hi.” its says back. “IS YOU REAL???” unable to put a sentence together. “Yes??...”. “Wanna go on an adventure with me?” “I mean k….”, and that's when it all started.
I was born on a Saturday around 6pm. I was crafted from Roxie’s dad’s old sock.
My beak and my eyes were drawn on with a fabric sharpie, then the worst part of it was time for surgery. She took off the heel of the sock and sewed it back together. Then to hide the scar she took fuzzy snakeskin fabric and made me a scarf, so sewed it TO ME. It was so painful. Roxie calls me sassy but I think it’s just my personality she doesn’t like.
comment if you like it i am planning on doing a part.2 by Roxie Bilesky