19790000 George

January 1, 1979•91 words

My mom's sweet canary, George, lived in a cage next to my chair in the dining room. He always begged for what I was eating, and I obliged with veg and other carb bits. One day there was nothing on my plate but a piece of chicken, and George wouldn't give up. So I fed him chicken. He hopped and flapped around like I'd never seen before. After that, he would wouldn't settle for less than whatever animal protein was on my plate. I created a monster, and it was good.

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