"Silent Thoughts"
Prompt: Mask
Author's Note: Alright this was a total random, crack-fic drabble. Please don't take it seriously. ;)
Bloody frustratin', not being able to talk. Everyone always has to answer to the damn bird.
Yeh'd think after being mute for over twenty years, I'd appreciate the squawkin' pigeon for all he's done. Ha. The peacock has given me nothin' but trouble since the day I lost my tongue- an unfortunate accident that involved a pen knife and an accordion.
That bloody bird takes all the credit. I swear he loves to torture me, waitin' till I finally snap. Being behind this silent mask is maddening; no one knows what I'm thinkin' and I never get a word in edgewise.