The Trill Is
Gone
by Marvin Pinkis
"Mom, dad,"
Robin chirped, "I'd like to take singing
lessons. I think I have talent."
"That's
nice," warbled Robin's mother. "What
makes you think so?"
"Well,
everyone looks around when I sing and I can carry
a tune better and longer than most," Robin
sang out. "Besides, a little bird told me so.
Just kidding. Only yesterday there I was, out on
a limb and I burst into a refrain. This stranger
hops up to me and says, 'You from this part of
the woods? You're some canary. I got a friend who
has an eagle eye for raw talent. He holds
auditions every so often for those who aspire to
make it big in the lucrative entertainment field.
In fact, he's having a flock of would-be's over
at his cozy little nest the day after tomorrow.
And say, you got great legs.'"
Pop piped in,
"You gonna fall for a line like that. What a
worm he is. You can find fine-feathered friends
like that any day of the week."
Robin rejoined,
"I have to learn for myself. If you don't
consent I will fly the coop."
Robin did
indeed soar away. She soon discovered that she
was just one of many nestlings who lost their
grubstakes to those vultures. Ashamed to return
to the protective wing of her family, Robin can
be seen in the cheepest joints, singing for
chicken feed, reduced to song requests from some
strange ducks indeed.
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