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Day 29 – The Story of the Happy Bird

There once was a very happy bird, happily bouncing around up and down on its little bird feet. It was a very pretty bird, with colorful feathers. The bird was very happy because I was over the moon, but at a certain point that bird started flying and started chasing. It stopped running, and it started falling on the ground. It had a great story around that turn of events.

a very happy bird
a very happy bird

When I started my job, I was in a lot of trouble. I was not allowed to have my eyes on other birds and was allowed to be the bird. That wasn’t always the case. I’d only have a few birdies and I kept on chasing them. I stopped chasing after a day. But when my job was done, I was sure they would show up on time and they showed up again.

The first bird that was seen at a nest was in a huge box (actually it was a big box to protect them), and my first birds were in a big box with a massive box. It was not big boxes, but it was big boxes, so it was the only bird that I was caught in. It was definitely nice to have a bird that was able to catch it, and was able to find it while I was around other birds because it was so big. The biggest chicken we caught was a big box, and it was a really large box that we were able to try out, and we were able to find what we had to keep trying. I wasn’t sure if there was one.

That was the first of it, and we could see that box.

a big box
a big box

On the second night that the first bird was seen, I caught a big egg and a big cuckoo. It was an egg, but it had big eggs.

I was really worried about the eggs of the second bird, too. I had to catch it, I had to catch it, then I had to catch it too. The egg was like my big boy, but it was a little big. I kept pulling it up so I could catch it first, and then I came in the cage and I caught it. I was shocked how big I was trying to catch it, I was so small, and I could actually feel a little pressure in my chest in the cage. They were very close to me, and I wasn’t letting them go. I was trying to catch the egg and it was like my big boy. And also that egg came right from my leg. I had to keep moving it but it was not the right part. I was just shocked that this little little thing had a big ball sitting on a leg…

a big egg
a big egg

“It is the best bird you can use, it has a big ball, I can do anything I please.”

She added of her decision that she’d use a big box and a little bramble on the end.

“It was not a bird of prey, it was my biggest bird, it had big wings, and it was really nice to have the big bramble. Its whole body was small, you didn’t see the feathers, you didn’t see my whole body, and it was like the brambles on my leg were moving around so it was really big and I could actually feel them. That was how you could have done it and it was nice to have another big bird. My leg was like my big Boyesia. And it was my big Boy’sia, it was the big Boy’sia, you could see the big isia as the brambles are moving around. I wasn’t sure if it was a big boy, but it was really small. I was going to use a big bramble and it was like my big boy’sia. Then I was like that. My leg was like my big Boy’sia, you could see the big isia, but I couldn’t see it. I wasn’t seeing it, I was just looking at it. It was really small and its whole body was small, its whole tail was huge, the legs didn’t move, it was weird and it didn’t really go under it. I was like, it was really big and it was obviously all about my big Bramble and its head, and I didn’t know what it was. But there was no big bramble there for me to see too, I don’t know.”

Even though her own bird had a large bramble on her leg, she chose that it was bigger. It had a wide open head and there could easily be a bigger bramble than the smaller one. Then after that was it was gone, and she was only gone. And you could see that bramble flying away from her little bramble and it was just huge and so big it could move and it was like, “Okay, why am I going over I bramble, it’s gone to me, I don’t know? I can’t see it, they don’t move.”

bramble
bramble

This is what’s all I was going to get of it.

“The birds looked like people.”

The text in bold was written by Nicole the human and completed by the DeepAI Text Generator. The images were created by the DeepAI Text To Image AI, using their captions as the text input.