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11-02-03, for Rod Ramsey and artie (belatedly)
Little Birds and Birthdays
Yours truly had been sitting in the back corner of La Taverna while I watched the Nymph at work.
What a pro.
I sighed, knowing I couldn't compete.
Just then, a bluebird fluttered over to my table. It twittered and I listened intently. (I am after all, a sprite. I can understand such things).
The nymph is quite well known in these parts, so some of those customers who wish to keep their natals hidden, often do so.
But there is the joy and bane of my existance. I'm not known, so I hear those that are hidden, even if they are late. (which, I guess, is my modus operandi. No wonder I'd been demoted.)
The only thing left for our first birthday boy was an elaborately carved pumpkin. A rather incredible rendition of a favorite character's chest.
All that's left is to blow the candle inside out, Mr. Ramsey. Happy (belated) birthday.
somewhere around here....
Ah, here it is. The box i'd ordered. “Nipples” Just what Artie ordered.
Damn it! I didn't order baby bottle nipples.
Well, the thought was there.
Happy Birthday, Gentlemen!
The drinks are on the house.
Birthday Sprite
