"She." Door calls to Chimney and she flies over and lands on the bed. "Well, it, really." Door runs her fingernail along the hidden seam under the bird's breastfeathers, and its chest opens up like a wee feathered door. A Tootsie Roll falls out of the little cavity inside, rolling onto the bed.
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Date: 2007-05-12 01:37 am (UTC)