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[sewn-cutie]

Pretty Bird

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Clementine was walking around with her sketchbook in hand, humming to herself as she looked around for a new subject to draw. She already did a Muffin Cat, a “fairy” on a flower, and a interpretation of a milkshake she saw being advertised. And since she was hyped up on said milkshake, she still had the urge to draw whatever looked attractive to her.

And she soon found it. Not far from her was a creature that looked very colourful. She stared in awe for a moment, wondering how one person could hold so many colors at once. Immediately, she ran up to the stranger, reaching up to tug on their sleeve for attention.

“Excuse me Mr. Pretty Bird, can I draw you?”

[theroyalmagician]

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        Many would claim Donald wasn’t the parting sort. Many would also categorize him as a “party-pooper.” Well, phooey on them, cause this duck could too party! He could party with the best of them, better even! He could party for days. Dancing! Drinking! Beautiful girls!—

        Too bad he was also a lightweight, but luckily, Joe was a great friend and always kept an eye on him, including now, when he was carrying the very partied out duck on his back.

        Despite his current state, Donald tried to convince his friend that he was fine and could walk and totally keep dancing the night away. His arms flapping limply over the parrot’s shoulders while he spoke, which was harder to understand than usual, his quacks mumbled and jumbled.