Bigsley and Bernadette: Free at Last

And then the night came when, awaken from a fitful sleep riddled with the reoccurring dream of worms that disintegrate before she can push them down the throats of her starving chicks, Bernadette blinked and saw what she thought must be a spirit from another time and place, twirling under the starry sky and singing.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose, Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free!

But when the spirit swooped close to her nest exclaiming, "Chicks dig my Janis imitation," and then crashed into a freshly planted pole, Bernadette came to her senses.

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