Shapes of Clay by Ambrose Bierce
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With an Undeveloped Species, or become a Type Extinct!"
As Emancipated Woman wailed her sorrow to the air, Stalking out of desolation came a being strange and rare-- Plato's Man!--bipedal, featherless from mandible to rump, Its wings two quilless flippers and its tail a plumeless stump. First it scratched and then it clucked, as if in hospitable terms It invited her to banquet on imaginary worms. Then it strutted up before her with a lifting of the head, And in accents of affection and of sympathy it said: "My estate is some 'at 'umble, but I'm qualified to draw Near the hymeneal altar and whack up my heart and claw To Emancipated Anything as walks upon the earth; And them things is at your service for whatever they are worth. I'm sure to be congenial, marm, nor e'er deserve a scowl-- I'm Emancipated Rooster, I am Expurgated Fowl!" From the future and its wonders I withdrew my gaze, and then Wrote this wild unfestive prophecy about the Coming Hen. ARMA VIRUMQUE. "Ours is a Christian Army"; so he said A regiment of bangomen who led. "And ours a Christian Navy," added he Who sailed a thunder-junk upon the sea. |
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