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|Date:||7/23/2014 7:44:14 AM
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|(õ> *A very soft 'click~click~click' sound
can be heard coming through the laundry room, across the kitchen, and down the hallway to the McBird Room. There is a faint squeaking noise as the door eases open just a little.
RaneBeau is having his afternoon siesta on top of his cage. But Reba sees the other Harlequin enter the room stealthily. She grins and motions for the other Macaw to climb up next to her on her perch, to achieve the ... "perspective" ... that Reba can tell she's looking for.
Once securely perched on the high spot next to Reba, Riley pulls out a big, sloshy, wet SNOW~BALL from under her wing and winds up like she's been practicing to try out for the Pitcher's position on The Mighty Macaws BazeBol Team this Season. She releases the wintry missile and ...
It s-p-l-a-t-t-e-r-s all over the stunned RaneBeau!
Reba grabs Riley just before she rolls off the edge of the high perch as she is rolling on her back, laughing hysterically ... "AaaA~HA~HaHaHaHa~hahahahahahahaha~!~!~!" Reba and Kelly are trying desperately (and quite unsuccessfully) to stifle their **GiGGles**. And RaneBeau stands to fluff every feather on his body and shake them all out, both to bring himself to consciousness AND to get rid of the effects of the snowball!
"Well, thanks a ToN there, Riley ANN! Just what I was dreamin' would happen the next time you an' me got together." And RaneBeau give Riley a wry grin.
HiYa, Beau~DIDLEY!!! How goes by you today?! I just knew ya wouldn't want me to let another chance to pick up that snowball fight ya tried t' start go by, with this snow we got last night and this mornin'. This one ain't gonna stay long either. It was only 'bout 6" or so, an' Momma and Daddy had t' go outside and clean it all up an' ev'rything. But Momma says it's too warm for it to last long. B'sides, it's s'pposed to be r-e-a-l-l-y warm by the end o' the week. Sheesh! Does ANYbirdy know it's SPRING a'ready?! I've got a pi'ture o' the Blue Spruce in our front yard on my page if ya wanna see how much we got.
Now, here, I didn't just come here for the "Hit 'N' Run" fun of it. I brung ya some more o' that Mint Fudge ya was chowin' on last night at th' Milonga. I figur'd it might make a good Peace Offerin' after I doused ya with that slush ball. *TeHee* What say we crawl up t' the counter in the kitchen and partake. That way, if your mom happens to come through, we can share with her too.
*r & R proceed to position themselves at the counter, laughing and poking at each other, and generally enjoying each other's company on what would otherwise be a rather grey Sunday afternoon until Riley has to return to The Korral.*
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