Little Birds

 

The Voices swept up the brightly-colored flatlands of Geo’s imagination.  They laughed playfully as they flew along, for it was beautiful and exciting.  It was something not created by them.  The Voices could speak freely to each other, as usual, and they were visible too:  as three little gray birds that flew along briskly.  They flew up into the purple shrubs and held counsel together.

 

“Zeet! Zeet!”  “Zeet! Zeet! Zeet!”

 

They flitted amongst the bushes and ate seeds from the ground. “Zeet!”

 

“This is a beautiful world he has going here,” said One Voice.

“Geo is really a treasure,” said Another voice.

“We must assure that he is alright,” said the Third Voice.

“Who wouldn’t marvel at this? And who wouldn’t want to just—“

“Not ever go home.” Said One Voice.

Another Voice just sighed.

 

“And we haven’t even reached the forest yet,” said Another Voice.

“Our avatars are eating seeds from these plants,”One Voice reminded Another.

So The Voices were silent for a little while, while the little gray birds with their perky little crests ate seeds and amused themselves.

 

Quite a few “Zeets” were heard at this point.

 

“If we are inside Geo’s imagination, are the birds eating real food, or what?” asked The Third Voice.

“It must be psychic energy that they’re gaining.  All that I know for sure is that they are demanding it."

 

A while later the three birds landed in the shrubbery.  Finished with their feast, they now flew off into the forest.

 

“There he is!” The Third Voice whispered, and the three of them veered off to the right, toward where Geo appeared.

“Let’s capture images of this… all of it.  Yes.”  They all agreed, and one bird shot off to the north, and the other to the south.

 

And one little bird flew down to land on Geo’s shoulder.  “Zeet!” it cried, and Geo looked up, smiling.  Then the little bird darted off toward the river nearby.

 

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