by
Becky Walker
149 words
“Tomorrow is the first day of spring, little ones,” said Mama Bird. “And you know what that means…”
“No clue. I’m a spring chicken. You have to cut me a little slack, chickadee!”chirped Zazu.
“I’ll wing it…bet it has something to do with cleaning,” squawked Tweety.
“You quack me up…I bet we all have to get allergy shots,” honked Daffy.
“SHOTS? You’re a bird brain!” tweeted Woodstock.
“We’ll get up bright and early tomorrow morning. The early bird gets the worm, you know,” said Mama Bird.
“Worm? No way! I’m sleeping in and having pancakes!” said Zazu.
“Add bacon and put on a chick flick, and I’ll join ya,” said Tweety.
“We’re birds of a feather who flock together!” said Daffy.
“Y’all are just chicken…bawk, bawk!” teased Woodstock.
At sunrise, Mama Bird lovingly nudged her babies out of the nest as they yelled,”SPRING IS FOR THE BIRDS!”
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