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FLIGHT OF FANCY(bought all the longcase/tallcase/grandfather clocks  (December 2005)
This short story was written by PAMELA DEARDEN
The lady from across the road.
"MALLARDS,
May I now TERN your attention to creatures of the feathered kind,and let OSPREY that our piscatorial poet,will KNOT SNIPE or SKUA me for my efforts,or for ROBIN him of his EGGSstraordinary glory,like a CUCKOO in a nest.I don't FINCH that my idle CHIFFCHAFF in PIGEON English is PLOVER the top,in fact it is quite PHEASANT,sitting at my OWL kitchen table with a NUTCRACKER,SWALLOWING a cup of TEAL with two SPOONBILLS of sugar,wearing CURLEWS in my hair and PUFFIN on a cigarette.
I have no GROUSE Or GREBEances WREN I CRANE my neck to GANDER through the window ,notice that CREEPERS are climbing my tree and remember that I must ROLLER my lawn toJAY.
Oh ROOK!!My spouse has left his YELLOWHAMMER lying about with his SHOVELER and RAILS,just there,next to his wheel-SPARROW.I keep inSISKIN
that he put them away.Well,that's it,from HERON in,his HOBBY is banned,but wait,I must be STORK STARLING mad, to consider TIT for tat revenge and must not get BITTERN and TWITed.
Ah!Music in the background,COOTed of course.I let the orKESTRAL notes wash over me as I listen to the WARBLERS song.
My godWIT,is it PTARMIGAN to plan for dinner?
A MAG-PIE,with GREEN-SHANKS and POCHARD eggs,followed by BRAMBLING jelly sounds ok,FIELDFARE fit for a KINGFISHER,but frankly,EIDER rather have a SANDWICH made from WRYNECK bread.Which reminds me,come on KITTIWAKE up it's time for your food,find your bowl and I'll put your meaLINNET.A knock at the door,it's the man selling CHICKEN eggs.I wish he would HAWK his wares elsewhere,I'm tired of his constant BANTAM and can't stand there CHAFFINCH with him all day!
This WAXWING lyrical is making me QUAIL,it's time for some fresh air.I'll fill my SCOTER with PETREL,and while I'm there,I'll AVOCET of those glasses that come free,just the thing for a cool half of WOODPECKER or two for a GANNET like me.
Please don't view my words with EAGLE eyes or
BEE-EATER track to me door,I know this is RUFF,but sorry,I've no EAGRETS.So put out the BUNTING,(I'm quite CHOUGHED with myself),it was just a LARK,a LITTLE STINT and SWIFTly composed because I'm in a THRUSH to SWAN off and fly my KITE "