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From the perspective of the paparazzi, being born covered in soft fetching feathers means you’ve got it made.
Welcome to a lifetime of adoration.
The heavens will part. Waffle-flavored snacks will pour from the sky (or at least from your personal Small Chef’s kitchen). Beings without any feathers will clamor for your beak-o-graph. Ladybirds will line up to repopulate the planet with baby cockatiel eggs that look just like you.
Lucky you. Life is good.
However, you do have a big workload and a demanding daily schedule. You sure could use some help.
So you decide to hire a large featherless assistant.
Good idea, right?
What you don’t realize is that you have just invited the worst kind of paparazzi into your life.
You have just hired a stage parront.
Your assistant can’t get enough of your company. She follows you around everywhere, snapping pics and filming videos and basically documenting every single breath you take, each one clearly cuter and more praiseworthy than the last.
And then she goes and does it.
Looking back now, perhaps it was inevitable. All that love and devotion had to go somewhere.
Guess where it went?
Pearl & his mama