[one hundred, fifty-three]
Once upon a time there was a little old Lady who lived in a large mansion alone. She wore red dresses and purple lipstick everyday, and always wore her beautiful jewellry. She walked, everywhere, and whistled as she went, carrying her purses and sunhats and shopping bags. She liked to drive her car to the mountain nearby, and sit and watch the stream pass her, and get out and listen to the birds. One day this Lady found a small blue bird sitting on a ledge by the stream. The bird would not look away, it say staring at the Lady for hours. The Lady stared right back, not backing down. A couple of hours in she tweeted one whistle, and the bird jumped. It had been taken a-back from its interuption. The Lady smirked softly and got back into her car. She was predictable, all right, but she knew how to blow someone's mind once in a while. The bird sat, bewildered, and tweeted once in the Lady's direction. They were in mutual trust of eachother, content with their lives, content with their happiness. The Lady went home, the bird flew away, and the world kept on turning.
Jess :]
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