by Stephen Woodworth.
Read by Paul S. Jenkins (of the Rev Up Review.
The Olverung is an ugly bird. Its bulbous head juts from the spout of a scrawny neck, and warts dot the bridge of its fat beak. When it struts upon the ground, its pot-bellied body waddles with the ludicrous gait of a town drunkard. Its plumage has the black iridescence of a fly’s abdomen and is too coarse even for pillow stuffing. Yet the fowl possesses one singular attribute that princes and popes have coveted for centuries, and it was for this sole virtue that Lord Atherton entreated me to steal the creature from the King.
Rated R for tugged heartstrings.
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