On The Episode of Bird
Dear Diary,
Today was very strange. Remember last time how I talked about the study of ornithological creatures? Well, it turns out that I may be wrong. Remember the last time when I told you about birds being the only winged creatures that fly? Well, I woke up in this place that I haven't gotten to know very well, and a certain type of equine was flying! Peter stopped to fantasy the moment again to renew his memories of that rather fun and exciting moment in his life.
It told me... That bird was not the word. I had been very confused at that time in my life, it was like my life had lost all meaning. Like everything I knew was a lie, so I protested and insisted. It kicked me in a place where Quagmire has been once or twice, but we're never sure. He seems to be there twenty-four seven, but you get used to it. (And he never leaves)
Anyway, back to the point. The female equine told me that bird was not the word. Hopefully you can understand why I haven't been writing here for a few days. It still confuses me, but maybe pegasus being the word isn't such a bad idea after all... Surfin' Pegasus... Peter abruptly stopped his writing, and stared blankly into his notes, almost as if he had an epiphany. He did.
He quickly stared back into his diary and started slapping himself in the face. His head did a complete three-sixty, and he grabbed his pencil and finished his entry, and as a matter of fact, this was his first completed entry - adding to the excitement!
With Love and All My Heart,
Peter
P.S If you see a blue pegasus, tell her that Bird really isn't the word she was right all along! I need to spread this information to all the people and animals who really thought bird was the word! I need to thank her by singing this on T.V!
It was at that moment, when Peter closed his diary and tucked it in his pants, forever to be lost and forgotten. It would be such a shame if for some reason nobody knew about the pegs!
He ran out of his house and screamed, "EVERYBODY! I HAVE COME WITH GREAT NEWS THAT WILL AFFECT YOUR EVERYDAY LIVES!" He paused for dramatic effect with his arms still flailing in the air like a madman, or a guy with a brilliant idea, then he continued. "BIRD AS WE KNOW IT, IS TRULY NOT THE WORD!"
The neighborhood was crowded for some reason, making Peter's statement even more conspicuous. People stared at him awkwardly and dropped their jaws while staring at the person next to them. A single person in the unusually crowded neighborhood spoke up.
"Hey! What are you talking about!?" Called the man who was in a wheel chair on the other street, whom Peter recognized as Joe.
Peter raised his right hand as if he were saying a pledge. Back straight, head up, eyes forward and he said, "I hereby claim that Bird is not the word."
Doubts were being whispered throughout the crowd, Peter noticed this and he spoke up once again. "A blue pegasus told me."
Just as he said those five words, containing twenty-three characters and seven vowels, made the small but crowded neighborhood go silent. Then it abruptly turned into havoc, to which Peter gladly joined in. People randomly got hold of gas and lighters to which they started burning down buildings. Joe had gotten up from his wheelchair and started spinning it around hitting and knocking people out with, almost threatening their lives with the hard metal frames. It also randomly got dark. Peoples cars began to crash, and the news aired on all stations all saying the same thing from the same broadcast with the headline, "Bird is not the Word!"
In the middle of the town, a blimp showing Peter's picture pledging the new propaganda across the United States of America, pronouncing that Bird is no longer the word, and it is indeed, Pegasus. Everything had changed.
The town they had once known had been burnt to the ground. They had to start from scratch to make things right. All of the science and knowledge gained were all lies or faulty, and must be renewed, redone, and rehabilitated.
"Brian, can I see the paper for a sec?" Peter asked politely.
They were back on their dinner table eating in silence watching television. Their room was the same as usual, but it lacked bird, and had more blue pegasus with rainbow mane and tail.
Peter quickly scanned through the paper, not finding what he expected. "I thought this would've been big news..." He flipped through another page, unsatisfied from not seeing what he should have be seeing.
Brian lifted an eyebrow and widened an eye. "You thought what would be big news?" Brian asked in a monotonic voice. Having this all seem to familiar, but nobody noticed.
"Well there seems to be an absence of an... Hippological piece. A headline regarding mass awareness of a massive pegasi variety." Peter explained still reading through the paper more thoroughly than the last time, just in case he skipped his prize.
There was a long pause between the two. Stewie remembered, and time seemed to slow for him. Brian's paw slowly edged up from his lap, and as Stewie can predict, he was going to ask what he was talking about. He can't let this happen again, especially because he managed to not commit suicide the first time, the chances of him not doing it now with an even more annoying song just puts him at extinction.
With no time to waste, he pulled Brian back from his chair and covered his mouth, just as a smile began to grow on Peter's large head, he yelled, "BRIAN DON'T!"
As if you had to be told, it was too late.
Added an Epilogue because I'm procrastinating on homework and making a music video. Go figure! Have fun reading this unedited!