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lol, I dont know
Haha!
I'm bored
lol, I dont know
Haha!
I'm bored
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Everyone come online, then you won't be bored anymore!!
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ya Chookies come online!
ya Chookies come online!
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ya Chookies come online!
X2! lol XD
ya Chookies come online!
X2! lol XD
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ya Chookies come online!
X2! lol XD
*waiting*
ya Chookies come online!
X2! lol XD
*waiting*
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The story of ____. (His name is merely a line, because I'm determining it still.)
Steven Hoffman was your average middle-class man, rather short and stocky in figure with a gruff and very masculine face, mid-forties in age with a balding head, and with a curly champagne blonde beard. Despite this, he was set apart from his coworkers by his
competitive spirit, big dreams, and unusual hobby. In his spare time, he enjoyed a wide range of activities pertinent to birds; showcasing them, breeding fine specimens, selling them, but most of all, he enjoyed the singing competitions. He sometimes started with even the most seemingly helpless lines of breeding pairs, and transformed them into show-quality and high-potential lines. Occasionally, an already nearly perfect line of birds would catch his eye and he would breed from there. He bred anything ranging from the Green Singing-Finch, Canaries of many breeds, to even the Long-crower breeds of chickens. For the Long-crowers, he had a specific breeder that he always trusted to supply him with the highest quality of birds. She bred the most gorgeous of Yokohamas hed ever seen, and that was the breed she specialized in. He would usually settle for her cheaper breeds, but he fell in love with the Yokohamas so much that he eventually broke down and drove over to buy a pair. When called her on the phone, she said was already almost out of Yokohamas for the year. He was crushed when she gave him the news; he wanted a pair so badly for the crowing competition next year. She added, I do have one left, however. She said. He smiled and immediately wanted to make arrangements to pick up the bird. She further explained, You may come over to see him if youd like, I dont have any customers yet. He is a fine bird, having beautiful satiny smooth white feathers and a long tail. He felt butterflies in his stomach when she described the bird to him. He looked at the clock, Will two o clock work for you, maam? He asked her, crossing the fingers in his other hand. Yes, Mr. Hoffman. Two o clock it is! She said plainly, and he replied with an eager, Okay, see you then. And they hung up.
He impatiently watched the clock as he sipped from his mug of hot coffee, all the while thinking of who hed breed the new rooster to. The more he thought about it, he didnt already have another Yokohama hen. If he couldnt get one soon, he wouldnt have a Long-crower for the contest that was coming up.Would he just have to sit in the audience, or only settle for just entering his canaries? No, he thought, hed just try to ind another good breeder to get his hen from. He immediately sat himself in front of the computer monitor and started searching; using many different keywords to try and find what he was looking for. To his dismay, the only breeder in his state that bred Yokohamas was the one he was buying the rooster from.
This will be about the bird in a moment, but he doesn't exist yet.
Steven Hoffman was your average middle-class man, rather short and stocky in figure with a gruff and very masculine face, mid-forties in age with a balding head, and with a curly champagne blonde beard. Despite this, he was set apart from his coworkers by his
competitive spirit, big dreams, and unusual hobby. In his spare time, he enjoyed a wide range of activities pertinent to birds; showcasing them, breeding fine specimens, selling them, but most of all, he enjoyed the singing competitions. He sometimes started with even the most seemingly helpless lines of breeding pairs, and transformed them into show-quality and high-potential lines. Occasionally, an already nearly perfect line of birds would catch his eye and he would breed from there. He bred anything ranging from the Green Singing-Finch, Canaries of many breeds, to even the Long-crower breeds of chickens. For the Long-crowers, he had a specific breeder that he always trusted to supply him with the highest quality of birds. She bred the most gorgeous of Yokohamas hed ever seen, and that was the breed she specialized in. He would usually settle for her cheaper breeds, but he fell in love with the Yokohamas so much that he eventually broke down and drove over to buy a pair. When called her on the phone, she said was already almost out of Yokohamas for the year. He was crushed when she gave him the news; he wanted a pair so badly for the crowing competition next year. She added, I do have one left, however. She said. He smiled and immediately wanted to make arrangements to pick up the bird. She further explained, You may come over to see him if youd like, I dont have any customers yet. He is a fine bird, having beautiful satiny smooth white feathers and a long tail. He felt butterflies in his stomach when she described the bird to him. He looked at the clock, Will two o clock work for you, maam? He asked her, crossing the fingers in his other hand. Yes, Mr. Hoffman. Two o clock it is! She said plainly, and he replied with an eager, Okay, see you then. And they hung up.
He impatiently watched the clock as he sipped from his mug of hot coffee, all the while thinking of who hed breed the new rooster to. The more he thought about it, he didnt already have another Yokohama hen. If he couldnt get one soon, he wouldnt have a Long-crower for the contest that was coming up.Would he just have to sit in the audience, or only settle for just entering his canaries? No, he thought, hed just try to ind another good breeder to get his hen from. He immediately sat himself in front of the computer monitor and started searching; using many different keywords to try and find what he was looking for. To his dismay, the only breeder in his state that bred Yokohamas was the one he was buying the rooster from.
This will be about the bird in a moment, but he doesn't exist yet.
nice story, sounds like me and Sebrights
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Yeah, most of the birds I try to find aren't ever in my state. I feel Steven's pain.
Yeah, most of the birds I try to find aren't ever in my state. I feel Steven's pain.
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Yeah, most of the birds I try to find aren't ever in my state. I feel Steven's pain.
ha, try finding them in Canada!
Yeah, most of the birds I try to find aren't ever in my state. I feel Steven's pain.
ha, try finding them in Canada!
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The clock finally struck two, and Steven was nearly asleep by then; tired of waiting. When one of his roosters crowed and woke him up, he realized what time it was and panicked. He had to be there before someone else took the bird! He threw on a nice jacket over his old, stained Tee-shirt and hopped in the car. He sped to her house and pulled into the driveway. He smiled as he heard the bird crowing, and knocked on the door. "Mr. Hoffman! Hello!" Greeted Sarah, the breeder, as she opened the creaking cherrywood door. Steven shook hands with her and she led him to the coop, where one lone Yokohama stood. "It's probably good that you're buying him today, he's getting lonely." She said, shaking her head slightly in pity of the bird. The tall, handsome cock stood on a rock and crowed loudly, as if to show off for Hoffman. He walked into the coop and leaned down to the rooster, "Hello, what's your name?" He asked retorically. The bird cooed and clucked in pleasure to see someone new, and stood on the tips of his toes to reach eye-contact with Steven. "I will take him, for eighty dollars." He said, staring in admiration at the bird. They immediately made an exchange, and he was quickly back home with his rooster. He set the rooster free in the clean new coop, and he walked around, drinking in the new surroundings. Steven put a finger to his lip, thinking, still not knowing who he'd pair this bird up with.
The clock finally struck two, and Steven was nearly asleep by then; tired of waiting. When one of his roosters crowed and woke him up, he realized what time it was and panicked. He had to be there before someone else took the bird! He threw on a nice jacket over his old, stained Tee-shirt and hopped in the car. He sped to her house and pulled into the driveway. He smiled as he heard the bird crowing, and knocked on the door. "Mr. Hoffman! Hello!" Greeted Sarah, the breeder, as she opened the creaking cherrywood door. Steven shook hands with her and she led him to the coop, where one lone Yokohama stood. "It's probably good that you're buying him today, he's getting lonely." She said, shaking her head slightly in pity of the bird. The tall, handsome cock stood on a rock and crowed loudly, as if to show off for Hoffman. He walked into the coop and leaned down to the rooster, "Hello, what's your name?" He asked retorically. The bird cooed and clucked in pleasure to see someone new, and stood on the tips of his toes to reach eye-contact with Steven. "I will take him, for eighty dollars." He said, staring in admiration at the bird. They immediately made an exchange, and he was quickly back home with his rooster. He set the rooster free in the clean new coop, and he walked around, drinking in the new surroundings. Steven put a finger to his lip, thinking, still not knowing who he'd pair this bird up with.
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