>Duncan made a gesture to the bed in the corner of the room, "That's where
you'll be sleepin' tonight, I've still got work to >do in the shop and have
a cot out there. "
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"I'm gonna die, oh gods! I'm so gonna die!" Julian, the (hung over) Toucan
staggered across the floor of the cottage and under the small bed in which
Jennifer had been sound asleep. She rolled over onto her side and leaned
over the edge of the bed and addressed him. "If you truly were going to die
of a hang over, I'd have buried you long ago. Do I need to take you
outside?" "Please don't talk so loud. Don't move me. Let me die here."
Jennifer got up and wrapped the blanket over the chemise she was wearing and
kneeled down on the floor and made a reach for Julian. "Noooooo! Let me
die!" Julian rolled over to avoid her grasp. "I shouldn't have done that. I
'm gonna hurl."
"Damn it, Julian! Get out of there!"
"Don't move me. I'm gonna die right here."

Jennifer got up and grabbed the edge of the bed frame and gave it a good
tug. The bed was heavy and it took a couple more potentially back wrenching
tugs to get it away from the wall so she could reach the wayward bird. He
was as pale as a toucan can be and she let the blanket fall as she grabbed
him with both hands and held him in front of her as she rushed to the door
of the cottage. She got the door open and had reached the edge of the porch
when she felt his body start to convulse.
"Aim for the grass." Were the only words of comfort she could muster.


Jennifer, Closet Extrovert
Art without commitment is just beige.
-Tim Earls