Iverson's Vision Quest Chapter 5 (See previous posts for the beginning of the story.) Note: Iverson is a French fairy.)
So Tim quickly removed Iverson from the apartment and hid the cage under his Edsel's front fender.
"Are you hungry, little guy?" asked Tim and he filled up a a parakeet feeder with bird seed.
"Un morceau de fromage s'il vous plait," ("a piece of cheese, please.") chirped Iverson as Tim walked away. Glumly, Iverson picked out the sunflower seeds and managed to choke them down. Anyway, the gasoline fumes had dulled his appetite.
Tim was nothing if not resourceful and stubborn. He pestered any reporter who would listen. He out-paparazzied the paparazzi. This was braking news.
The first day he got three tabloid interviews - the Globe, the Star, and a cover shot on the National Enquirer. Not satisfied with his success, he then hounded the mainline news reporters - radio, TV, and newspaper - and finally, the Oprah show. With Oprah, he hit a soft spot, and Iverson's plight finally got some coverage.
So Tim quickly removed Iverson from the apartment and hid the cage under his Edsel's front fender.
"Are you hungry, little guy?" asked Tim and he filled up a a parakeet feeder with bird seed.
"Un morceau de fromage s'il vous plait," ("a piece of cheese, please.") chirped Iverson as Tim walked away. Glumly, Iverson picked out the sunflower seeds and managed to choke them down. Anyway, the gasoline fumes had dulled his appetite.
Tim was nothing if not resourceful and stubborn. He pestered any reporter who would listen. He out-paparazzied the paparazzi. This was braking news.
The first day he got three tabloid interviews - the Globe, the Star, and a cover shot on the National Enquirer. Not satisfied with his success, he then hounded the mainline news reporters - radio, TV, and newspaper - and finally, the Oprah show. With Oprah, he hit a soft spot, and Iverson's plight finally got some coverage.
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