Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

The other day I found it uncomfortable to speak, and was going to say that I had "a frog in my throat", except that when I fetched a mirror to take a look, I discovered a small, flightless bird there instead. I've got no idea how it got into my throat, nor why, but I suspect it was tripping on something and reliving pre-natal memories, because when it saw me looking at it, it spoke, sounding like a caricature of a beatnik, "I am the egg, man."

Goo goo g'joob.