Isaland Stories
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Apple Bird Association birds love apples |
Once upon a time in New York City, there was an association of apple birds called the Big Apple Bird Association. If you do a search on the web for "apple bird" you may still find traces of it. Alas, it is no more. The Big Apple Bird Association was formed by a group of apple birds who spent a lot of time in New York City. Hey, many apple birds like New York City. And apple birds are, as we all know, very friendly, very social. So it's no surprise that they created an association. Apple birds, as well as being really good fliers, are very intelligent and like to pun a lot, hence the name of the association. For a while it was a lot of fun. The birds would visit special places in the city like the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, Rockefeller Center, the Museum of Modern Art and the Central Park zoo. And they would have really great parties at which, among other things, wonderful apple dishes were often served. Apple birds would come from all over. But they were having so much fun they attracted the attention of the other birds of the area. You know: Canadian geese, mallards, pigeons and such. It turns out that it's not just apple birds that like apples. Often the apple birds had a difficult time figuring out what the pigeons were talking about because the pigeons only spoke pigeon English. I gather that pigeon English is not related to pidgin English, which, if I understand correctly, refers to a simplified English often used for communicating between people who wouldn't otherwise have a common language. Even people joined the association. Apparently they thought it was the Big-Apple Bird Association rather than the Big Apple-Bird Association. What they wanted to do mostly was to watch birds -- all birds, not just apple birds. Eventually there were a lot more other birds and people than apple birds. Last I heard the association had been disbanded, and a Gotham Bird Association was being formed to take it's place. Oh, well. I guess all things pass. THE END |
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