Walking Home

The little boy ran down the long hot sidewalk, his face open and clear. When he saw the dead grey bird lying there on the ground, he stopped and peered at it a long time. Then he began to lick it. He licked and licked. Hours later, the boy returned home with a strange look on his face. "What's wrong son?" his father asked. The little boy stared at his father for a while, his eyes large and milky, then opened his mouth wide. Out flew a small grey bird, wet with a little boy's spit.






















This was drawn by my best freind Lee, check out her drawings and other stuff at http://www.flickr.com/photos/medicinetongue/
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p.s. I thought of this story while walking home one night.