Once upon a time, there lived a couple of lovers quite like Romeo and Juliet. Their families were at odds with one another, and they were, well, both filial and cowardly such that they did not want to go against the wishes of their family and date each other, or hold each other’s hands. They communicated through letters, and the post system, and sometimes, via telephone. Boring stuff.
Love.
One moony night, as the owls hoot, they thought of each other, and both wished aloud to be birds simultaneously so that they could be together (so much for filial piety). The owls heard and told a fairy with the powers of such things and they were turned into birds.
Immediately, they flew off to be together, but alas!
When they finally learned how to perch, they realized that as birds they could not speak, but could only chirp.
They could not hold hands, or hug, or kiss, or fuck!
Well, actually, they fucked, but it was quick and unsatisfying. So, they hung their heads in sorrow and wept and sang a song in a bird language that meant,
“We should have waited to be together after our fathers and mothers were dead! Or at least have them changed into birds instead!”
They lived, regretfully ever after.
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