DG

Don Gente, (that’s Don Hentaye to you native English speakers) was a yellow-breasted finch. He lived in Orlando at a mystical place named after two Jewish guys in expensive suits. MGM.
A place quite literally built for the fun of it. Well, all right they wanted to make money too, but this is a happy story--reality has nothing to do with it.
Don Gente hung out under three shady trees on a grassy knoll right near a leaky sprinkler head. Tourists threw him all the popcorn and pieces of soft pretzels he could eat. Water though it tasted bad was in abundance. It was a happy bird life, replete with good-looking chicks.
Fridays, he hung out in front of the beer stand and drank spilt beer `till he couldn’t fly strait anymore. Sometimes he had to walk home. He didn’t care though; there were no stray cats allowed, not even on the music system that came out of little flat boxes too close to the ground.
His significant other, Lolita, joined him every other Friday. (She had computer classes twice a month at OCC). If you stay late in the park you might catch them on a Friday, walking home, singing bird songs, being happy.