It's all right!

The more successful your companionship, the less you are alone.

It's all right!

I type with my right hand only. On my left sits Snickers, proudly perched on my upturned wrist. My elbow is bent at 90 degrees so he is at just the right height to look out the window in front of him. The blood supply is slowing at my elbow and ending at my wrist, due to 2 pounds of bird with a ninja grip.

I write on.

A small throbbing pulse in the bend of my elbow tells me I may want to change the position of my arm. Said attempt allows Snickers to tell me that ain't happen'n.

I write on.

Snickers donks my wrist admonishing it to stop it. It being the heavy pulse of blood fighting to reach my hand and fingers.

I write on.

Butters lands on my right shoulder and succinctly pulls the hair twisty from my pony tailed hair for her personal amusement. I don't really notice due the heavy tingle in my left hand now.

I write on.

I hear Kirby fly around the corner at the same time Butters drops the hair twisty she really didn't want. All the while I think, yes...yes I do believe my hand could fall off from the lack of an oxygenated blood supply. Kirby lands vertical on the back of my TShirt hanging like a little blue bat.

I write on.

Butters takes exception and chases Kirby off by sliding down my back via her hooked beak on my TShirt collar which chokes my airway temporarily while forcing me to lower my arm to save my life to make sure Butters doesn't fall to the floor. Kirby flew off long before her first move. You can't catch a Lurker so easily. Snickers releases my dead arm and flys off with his signature call of insult. I'm pretty sure it's a curse word if translated from parrot speak.

I write on with one hand. And a numb and tingly left arm hanging at my side. And Felix proclaiming calmly, "It's alllllll RIGHT!"

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