Name: Sotiria
Object: Birds Nest
Place:Forest in the mountains
Smell:Moist
Eat:Grass
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Moist!, Moist!, Moist!
That’s all I could think about, that’s all I could smell, but at least I had my lucky bird's nest as a companion.
At Least I had Marlo, my bird friend, he will forever be with me in my stomach.
I should have listened to my guardian when they said not to go into the Sotirian Mountains.
Yet here I am, mumbling to myself like a mad man and listening to the mountains sing, I wish I could sing with them, but I had ripped my vocal cords out long ago because the voice told me too.
Now all I do all day is cough up blood and eat grass, oh!, did you know that blood adds good flavour to grass?
Dang it!, my cat; Marcos just spilled his kitty litter again for the third time this week!, and even worse; my son, Justin, his chicken just drank a whole month's supply of dish soap!, allowing him to get that chicken was the biggest mistake of my life!.
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Not to mention I have a business meeting in thirty minutes but I have to get pizza sauce off my outfit.
What I really need right now is a can of pop to calm my nerves.
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After a moment of trying to think of a plan to solve this mess; I felt tears roll down my cheeks.
Wow!, did someone spray pepper juice in my eyes or am I just an emotional mess today?.
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