"Mr. Timothy B. who?", exclaimed Miss Blue Bird.
Mr. Timothy B. Schmit
Welcome to our Backyard!
Bunny had heard about Timothy and she wondered if it was really safe to be in the backyard now. She had the feeling she was being watched with possible ill intent.
Shadow had no comment, but then she
never did.
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With the moon rising over the backyard, night was surely not far behind. What would the outcome be? Would the fears of Bunny and Mr. Chicken be realized? Or would Don Bluebird's thoughts of paradise in the backyard prove to be prophetic?
And who was Timothy really?
"Ah", said Mr. Blue Heron,
"at last, finally a friends
of a feather kind of guy."
"Nice long hair. Who's your barber?"
"Take it easy", said Baby Sweet to his little pet bird, " I'm sure Timothy will be our good friend."
"Gentleman, good to be wit cha.
Hope I'm wit cha all night". (Had Mr. Little Chicken been talking with Bunny? Did he also have an uneasy, not very peaceful feeling that perhaps he wouldn't make it through the night?) "Oh, mama, help me".
As Don H. Bluebird surveyed the backyard he sighed a contented sigh thinking, "now that Timothy is here, this truly is paradise. It's even a bit like a hotel in a sunny climate or a Hawaiian resort. I just hope it stays this way forever".