Death to Strawberries

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I wouldn’t want to be a strawberry around my avian.

I’d be okay being the round red part, because then I could fly under the radar.

But woe to anyone who awakes and discovers that they are the dark green strawberry top, which is clearly a gustatory sensation in a cockatiel’s world.

As well, when dismantling a strawberry, no feathery wimps need apply. After throwing out refinement, delicacy and table manners (not to mention chewing with your mouth closed) what do you have left?

Just Pearl. And what sort of looks like it could have been a strawberry once.

Both leafy and crunchy, just as I remembered it to be.
But does it hold its consistency when individual leaves are separated from the stem?
My strawberry, Mom. MINE.
Strawberry? What strawberry?
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Published by Shannon Cutts

Animal sensitive and intuitive with Animal Love Languages. Parrot, tortoise and box turtle mama. Dachshund auntie.

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