today we have a post for all you crazy love birds out there from the stories of ...  written by Nicholas Bennett illustrated by Christopher Stryker In February I am told it's true the wind blows very cold and makes you blue it's never any better, until spring brings warmer weather and the ice will thaw again but not too soon There was a man who in those wintry days had no love bird to share his splintering cage he'd spent all of his wealth, on his happiness and health and had no one to correct his erring ways he sat entrenched among his many things embracing all the warmth a penny brings for a penny grows no colder, as its pocket gets much older it's as glad to be with paupers as with kings his neighbor had a very different mind she searched for love as though she'd swiftly find someone to cure her sorrows, who could share all her tomorrows but it was she, not love, who in this search was blind but why go out in search of such a stranger and expose yourself to darkness and to danger her neighbor was so handsome, and she knew that he could dance some she had seen him from her window and it changed her she'd tell him it was sugar that she needed and when he smiled she'd know she had succeeded she'd stoke his heart so bright, on this frozen wintery night he'd be glad that for his company she'd pleaded she trudged across the snow and brittle leaves the hard work had her breathing sighs and heaves the sounds rang through the air, toward the rich man who was there and he hid beneath his bed for fear of thieves Though this action may appear a bit extreme His reaction is less rash than it may seem but his treasures he adored and he'd been robbed twice before and when she rapped upon his door he all but screamed he'd not approach the door and for good measure afraid the thieves would want more than his treasure if they saw that he was home, they might hammer all his bones and with sharper tools dispatch him at their leisure so in his fear he reached out for the phone to call for help for he was all alone he commanded the police, to come put his mind at ease and he did so with a swift, important tone soon flashing lights were seen upon his lawn the chief came to make sure the thieves were gone he found the neighbor there, with a much bewildered stare and they kept her in the jail house until dawn some hearts are never capable of heating but only have a knack for hardly beating both spent the night alone, in the jail or on a throne in the morning she would be back home retreating  |
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