Flamingo

Flamingo

“Is it dead?”

“I can’t tell from here.  Why don’t you go and give it a poke?”

“Eww!  No, you do it!”

“You’re the one who wants to know if it’s dead.”

“I wonder how it got here.”

“I don’t know.  Flew?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“It looks kind of sad, just lying there like that.”

“Do you think it belongs to somebody?”

“Must do.  It didn’t just materialise out of thin air.”

“But it’s not the sort of thing you just leave lying around.  I mean, you’re not going to drop something like that without noticing.”

“But nobody’s taking any notice of it now.”

“Except us.”

“Well, yes, except us.”

“What should we do?”

“What can we do?  If you’re not prepared to get any closer, there aren’t many options.  I guess we could throw something at it from here.”

“Like what?  A brick?  What are you thinking of?”

“It hasn’t moved the whole time we’ve been standing here.  It doesn’t look good, I’m afraid.”

“Well, we can’t just leave it lying there like that.”

“Why not?  It’s nothing to do with us.  Why should we care if it’s alive or dead?”

“I don’t know.  I just thought maybe we ought to do something.  You know, to help.”

“How?  We could chuck it some money, I suppose.”

“What would a thing like that do with money?

“I don’t know.  We haven’t got any food.”

“Maybe it needs a place to stay.”

“I’m not taking it home with us.”

“I think I just saw it move!”

“What?  No, you didn’t!  You’re imagining things.”

“No, I swear.  Look, it did it again.  Its foot twitched.  I’m not kidding!”

“You’re right.  I saw it that time.”

“It’s rolling over.  It’s looking this way!”

“What should we do?”

“Run!”

 

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