There once was a little yellow bird who did not like to wake up early. All his other brothers and sisters and cousins and aunts and uncles and even his parents were always singing loudly and constantly in the morning.

All he wanted to do was sleep in silence and enjoy the hush of the daybreak.

The other birds did not understand such strange behavior.

Everyone always asked him, “What kind of bird are you who doesn’t like to sing early in the morning?”

He just shrugged at their questions and quietly went about his day.

Night time was when the little yellow bird loved to sing and enjoy the cool breeze and look up at the stars.

He was singing so loudly that the people came outside from the big wooden house and cheered and applauded him.

From that day on, no one bothered him to sing during the daytime.

Viv woke with the jolt of the dream still fresh in her mind.

Was it real? She was being chased down the road through the tunnel to the riverbed until she fell. Reaching for the fence just as splashing feet approached her.

It took a moment to realize it was just a dream.  She jumped into the shower to try to wash away the fear and to face the fact that she was no longer in danger.

As she left for work she noticed her shoes were muddy at the front door and her raincoat was wet from river water.

Was it just a dream after all?

Viv stood motionless while trying to decide.

There once was a mouse, who lived under a house and enjoyed eating peanut butter cups.  He watched tv through a hole, underneath the bedroom floor and somehow avoided the cat. One day he heard a raucous and the floor lifted high as he watched a big crane lift the house into the sky.  He didn’t know what to do, so he ran down the flue and now he lives in a big shoe in the alleyway.

Betty Sue and Bobby Sue were twins who never knew. They lived apart right from the start and shared the same events each year.

They grew an inch and lost a tooth and lived each day without any fear.

At 23 they married their first husbands and lived the life of steadfast love and marital duties.

All they did in parallel without the truth that another was in tune.

Some years flew by and husbands of 2 until they found the path that led them to each other.

A miracle, a mystery, a mirror of each other to see. They wondered much but not too long as they lost such time already.

The choice was simple and happened instantly. To live together from that moment they met and each day until old age came knocking.

They shared such laughter and love that grew more than they had ever imagined. The best of friends even so far apart didn’t break the bond of birth.

Soon the reaper was near and they were ready to depart. Betty Sue and Bobby Sue held their hands together and with grit and might died in each other’s arms, just as they first started.