The plains had gradually transformed into meadows, then forests....
The bird flown into the khaki-green, leaving only a trail of something behind.

"Oi, where is she?" shouted someone, "I can't see anything round here, you know.."
"We'll find her," I replied. (Then, quietly, "...eventually.")
"She keeps on flyin' and flyin' and flyin' and"
"FLYIN'," my mentor snapped. "Because, she's, a BIRD."

I found her perched between some cozy, gorgeous branches. Gorgeous, with intimate lonelieness...  "She's there."
A pile of stranded chairs were waiting for me, all huddled in someone's backyard. A handsome Victorian blue struck the air vividly. I turned, facing a terribly spacious wall of bluest yonder. Someone yelped in delight---or was that me?

The bird flew away, it seemed. Somehow we never got hold of her, though I was quite sure we would. She was mum's favourite; I began practising breaking the news to her.

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She used to be my maths teacher. Today we were talking about some stacks of freshly prepared sandwiches. The whole class was horribly immersed in this minute topic, grinding their minds for further suggestions. The girl in subject....the verdict....was hungry as a howling lion, and kept swishing her outrageous ponytail as someone spoke, like an animal wagging its tail.

"This one has organically-bred chicken and fresh fruit tomatoes," a student exclaimed. (swish, goes the ponytail!)
"...How wondrous! But just to say, the bread looks foggy."
"Though, my dear, the chicken is exciting," a girl beamed. (swish) "I would once again like to point out its virtues---bred, raised only on pomegranate seeds and mushroom powder. How enchanting is that?"
"But I don't even LIKE chicken," the ponytail swished. "I just..want.. some LETTUCE...."
"Lettuce? Did someone say...lettuce?" spoke a young fellow. On second thought, spoke my geography teacher. "This one has roquefort and lettuce, and nothing else. De-licious."
SWISH. "Ouu...but such a robust combination, no? Roquefort and bread?"

My maths teacher clicked and clacked her toes and came our way. We turned round, looking into her glowing face. "Oh," she said, "I think I found something quite fine..."
She pulled out the chicken sandwich, roquefort-and-lettuce sandwich, and various others that were already discussed, and there emerged two pieces of rye bread.
"Wow, (swish), MUKS!" she smiled.