before you ask, no, it's not really more fun from the inside

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Last weekend, a friend gave me a 3D card in the shape of a bird.

Have you ever seen one of these? I hadn't. Folded one way, it's a flat, stylized head and wings motif, with space for some writing. But unfolding it opens up the web of paper that forms the bird's body.

I hung it on an empty curtain hook in my living room, so it could see the sky. Because birds like the sky, after all.

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And every day since then, at least once a day, I catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye — usually moving in a stray draft — and without fail the following train of thoughts run through my head:

Fark! What's that?

Did something just scuttle behind the curtain?

No, wait, there it is, the brazen bastard of a bug is setting up shop on the curtain hook. Damn, and I don't have any bug spray.

Hang on, that's too big to be a bug — oh fark, don't tell me an actual mammal has got into the flat…Oh.

Wait.

It's the paper bird.

I remember now.

4 thoughts on “before you ask, no, it's not really more fun from the inside

  1. heh. i don't have to worry about the hearth so much, not having one – but the rain is going to be a problem if it gets through the not-entirely-sealed window. And it's also possible the sunlight of a Melbourne summer pouring through the glass might actually incinerate him.

    Who knew the life of a paper bird could be so fraught?

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