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  Posted: March 29, 2020      Views: 85
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BARB HENSONGISPSACA 

Barb works at the local food bank volunteering her time at the country market. Barb has lived just about every profession there is to do. She has had a wild ride in her lifetime and uses poetry to tell everything. She is a cancer survivor. She hates - more...

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Chapter 65 of the book 2020 - 2
contest entry
"Ted Takes On The Cat" by Barb Hensongispsaca



Characters:
Fred - a black raven and the leader. Usually the smart one of the two.
Ted - a black raven and the follower. Usually the troublemaker.

Setting:
Any local neighborhood.

(It is a beautiful sunny morning when Fred, who is out for his morning flight, sees Ted sitting on a branch. He flies down to talk to him.)

FRED:
Hey, Ted, my friend, what's ailing you?

TED:
OH, Fred, I just feel down and blue.
Seems all my get-up's gone today.
I sit and stare.

FRED:
That's not your way.
I hate to see you feel so down,
so let's take off and head toward town.

(Fred takes flight with Ted close behind. But soon, spotting something, Ted hovers over a tree.)

TED:
Hey, Fred, look there, is that a cat?
He's by that tree, next to that mat!

FRED:
I don't like how he's watching us!

TED:
I think I'll fly down - raise a fuss!

(Before Fred could stop him, Ted took off in flight and headed down toward the cat)

FRED:
Oh, Ted, you stupid, silly bird,
You'd better listen to my words.

(Ted ignores Fred's warning as he continues to buzz bomb the cat.)

TED:
Hey, Fred, come on, it's so much fun.

FRED:
You'll end up dead before you're done.

(Suddenly, the cat lunges up and it's paw hooks Ted's claw. Ted rolls beak over tail across the lawn.)

FRED:
Hey, Ted, hold still. I'm on my way!
I'll tease the cat, you fly away!

(The cat turns it's attention toward Ted as he rolls along the grass. Fred dives in front of the cat, distracting it. Ted flies off toward the top of the tree.)

TED:
I'm in the air, safe as can be.
so come and fly away with me.

(Fred breaks off his attack on the cat to join Ted in the tree.)

FRED:
You lucky bird, are you okay?
You listen not to what I say.
Just willy-nilly off you go,
you think you can beat any foe.

TED:
Oh, Fred, I know that was too close,
but I'm alive so I can boast.
We make a team that can't be beat,
so rest with me and have a seat.

(Ted and Fred relax on a tree limb and watch the cat circling the tree.)

TED:
'Twas scary, Fred, but I'm just fine.
I flew too low, I crossed his line.
But I'm okay, just feel a chill.
Let's head toward home, just o'er the hill.

(Ted and Fred fly off toward their home. Ted is having trouble flying straight.)

TED:
There's something wrong, it's something new.
My flying's off, what should I do?
I mosey left, but I go right,
my flying must be quite a sight.

FRED:
You're flying like a bouncy ball.
Look out! You almost hit that wall!
You fly ahead, I'll linger back,
I'll try to get you back on track.

(Ted notices Fred lag behind and Fred is laughing hysterically as he is trying to fly.)

TED:
Hey, Fred, what's wrong, what do you see?

FRED:
I found your problem, it's not wee! (small)
You'd better look, your aft is bare ...
no feathers on your derriere!

(Ted and Fred fly off into the distance. Fred is still laughing hysterically.)






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