July 7, 1999. No, I will NOT corn you for a nickel.
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Part One: The Phantom Menace

Once upon a time there was a friendly little canary named Burt. He lived in a cage above the kitchen table, he spent a lot of time scratching himself, and he liked the black seeds best.

The people who shared the house with Burt loved him very much, and they were always eager to feed him the treats he adored. Crisp lettuce, sweet apples, juicy wedges of orange, and delicious stalks of millet -- Burt gobbled them all up delightedly, and he sang sweetly to thank the people for their kindness.

One day, just as he was finishing up an especially delectable piece of orange, Burt felt a strange tingle in his gizzard. Equal parts hot, throbbing and itchy, it was completely unlike anything he'd felt before. And, while he wasn't sure he liked it, he was intrigued...

Tomorrow: Part Two.



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