Day 183: Death to Q-tips

Every being has preferences.

For instance, when you have no feathers, you might prefer a computer keyboard that is free from cockatiel poop.

(Weird, but there you have it.)

And if you have feathers, you might prefer never to encounter a Q-tip.

Q-tips are what your mom uses to swab your left wing when you’ve banged it up again (she coats it with this awful yellow powder that tastes as bad as it looks).

Q-tips are clearly cowards – when not in use, they hide in plastic bags instead of coming out to fight like men.

This, of course, is why you must quickly destroy their little colonies whenever you find one.

My keen "anti Q-tip" senses are picking up a telltale vibe.
My keen “anti Q-tip” senses are picking up a telltale vibe.
Hmmm. Where could those little white lily-livered cowards be hiding this time?
Hmmm. Where could those little white lily-livered cowards be hiding this time?
Aha! Just as I suspected, hiding in a plastic bag as usual!
Aha! Just as I suspected, hiding in a plastic bag as usual!
I've got you in my beak now - prepare to die!
I’ve got you in my beak now – prepare to die!
I'd better go check the rest of their lair now to be sure I got them all.
I’d better go check the rest of their lair now to be sure I got them all.
Mom, you won't believe what I found and killed in here - you're going to be so proud!!
Mom, you won’t believe what I found and vanquished in here – you’re going to be so proud!!

Author: Shannon Cutts
Co-Author: Pearl Cutts

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