Left-Wing

A lad who hated birds that sing chopped off a cockatoo's left wing. The cockatoo was thusly grounded and soon by hungry cats surrounded. He anxiously looked left and right still hoping that he somehow might escape on foot the threat of death. An orange cat with feline breath was grinning now, from ear to ear, which obviously increased his fear. Well, in the end he did admit that time was up and this was it. He opened then his sharpened beak and did what he loved most: To speak. As luck would have it, he was smart, had studied chemistry and art, he talked to kill remaining time, his sermon was, of course in rhyme. The orange cat was full of class but suffered from a bit of gas. She told the others 'with them birds we wait until they're out of words.' You guessed it, cats with halitosis will quickly fall into hypnosis, so within minutes there was trance, the monotone had changed all plans. The cockatoo began to sing about his missing leftist wing, and later it became his mission to be a right-wing politician.