THE DIARY OF PINK PEARL CONTINUES: IM WIDE AWAKE AND BORN AGAIN! Knights in cotton armor (Just a taste!) Copyrights by Jes Fuhrmann All Rights Reserved “That’s a problem…” she exhales, frowning down at the blood encasing the towel as she rescues the expensive, family bestowed rug below from the blood-stained towel of the uncongealed open wound . “This is just not coagulating at all, is it?” she mumbles, dragging her body to the kitchen as she debates an alternative solution. “I hate to do this…” she starts, reaching for the phone. “but we do pay our taxes to the King, so I am entitled to some help, here!” she sadly declares, depressing the three most needed numerals of the communication device. “Nine one one, how may I help you?” the kind lady answers as her lips quiver with worrisome fear. “I, ummm…. I cut myself…” Honey bashfully begins, shuddering with a reluctance to ask for noble help. “The blood,” she continues, “It just won’t stop!” she cries out, breaking down as the kind, sympathetic lady responds immediately to her desperate pleas. “They’re on the way…” her compassionate friend responds, “Did you hit a vein?” the invisible woman questions as I ponder the thought of my sweet angel departing the earth for the heavens above. “I don’t know!” she whimpers, reflecting on her lack of anatomical studies, “Not my area if expertise!” she exhales in panic, returning to her main focus at hand. Just keep pressure on it!” the sweet voice suggests, “Make sure the front door is open, too.” she gently advises as the brief conversation comes to a close. Honey sighs, turning to limp to the front entrance to release the lock before returning to the large, wool covered floor of the vacant dining room where she relinquishes her weathered body. “Ah-h-h…” she breathes, lying down on the soft, textured black rug. The elegant pink roses frame her majestic face as she looks upon the white ceiling above. “No pai-i-i-i-n….” she sighs as her body loses vital energy. “Bing bong be bong, bong beeee bing bong…” sounds the front door as she shakes off her sleep. “Oh.. um.., my..” she quivers, grasping her bloody foot as she glances helplessly towards the front door. “Door’s open!” I holler as two large gentlemen invite themselves into our home. “D’ju call for help?” the thick dark-haired man booms as Honey looks up, questioning the obvious answer to his statement. “Ummm, yeah.” she replies from her position on the floor as I quickly race upstairs to call for reinforcements. “AAARAGGGHHH!” I shout out at the top of my vocal threshold as the neighbors below suddenly take notice of the matter at hand. “PEARL!” Honey screams from her seat down below as she flies into action. “Pearl, NO!” she hollers as the two cotton-uniformed soldiers look on with bewilderment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for your support to help us save all parrots from neglect and abuse in captivity. Respectfully yours, Jes Führmann, Author The Diary of Pink Pearl, A Birds Eye View (First trilogy of a three part series in America about a Moluccan cockatoo.) Why did it take so long to save an endangered animal?) amazon/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_23?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=the%20diary%20of%20pink%20pearl%20-%20a%20bird%27s%20eye%20view&sprefix=the+diary+of+pink+pearl%2Cstripbooks%2C384&rh=i%3Astripbooks%2Ck%3Athe%20diary%20of%20pink%20pearl%20-%20a%20bird%27s%20eye%20view You can also read brief trailers and view videos about my three part series at companionbirdworld/CONTRIBUTORS/JES%20FUHRMANN_FILES/JES%20FUHRMANN%20LANDING%20PAGE.htm
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