Whenever Mr. Pluck suited up & splashed on the love musk, the small bird in a cage in the corner would start whistling an old tune.
Mr. Pluck danced into the kitchen and devoured a molten *chimichanga* straight from the microwave. He never waited for his food to cool. It's important to mention that Mr. Pluck is a demon -- but not the evil kind.
Special "skin flaps" covered the horns on his head when he went out to the discos. Mr. Pluck loved dancing!
He finished his *chimichanga* and put his boots on. He ordered them direct from the manufacturer -- special-order to fit over his cloven hooves.
Mr. Pluck locked the front door and danced down to the bus stop.
The small bird in a cage in the corner sighed. |
