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he wouldn't get broken.

Success, I thought in my head! All I have to do is wait until somebody bumps the desk and it crashes to the floor. No worries, I knew I was going to have a party or two since I just moved in. Just wait till the weekend I thought and you'll throw the biggest fiesta, just to break the Mexican bird called Ralphy.

Well the weekend came and so did the people. My girlfriend in the mitts of things had forgotten about the bird, all was going according to plan. Youth and alcohol were bound to solve my dilemma. I had just finished greeting my friends and I felt the urge to use the restroom. As I finished up I heard a crash and thud in my living room. Gravity has won my war. I knew the bird couldn't fly away so I walked out thinking it had met its doom.

Wrong again! Everything had fallen off except for the bird. One of my friends had been pushed into the desk causing it to roll, with a good amount of force, across my floor, into my kitchen, and into my the side of my refrigerator. Broken glass and papers lined its path and all but the computer and the bird was left perched upon its appointed home. How is this possible, I've just picked up these little knick knacks and broken them. But Ralphy somehow can withstand gale force winds and a class eight earthquake. I was in Shock! Yet it didn't seem to phase my girlfriend and she helped me clean up the mess. She adjusted Ralphy the inch that he'd moved so he could be properly aligned again.

I don't know why he escaped his fate that day but he continued to do so many more times after that. Someone would bump into the desk and stuff would fall off, but never him. He would always just look at me with his beady eyes and I could just imagine him laughing at me. He derived his power from his name I believe, and that just escalated the battle. Maybe I put so much pressure on him to destroy himself that he choked and couldn't do it. Maybe his physics prevent him from toppling to the ground. Maybe some Mexican voodoo doctor put a hex on him making him immortal forever. Anyway you look at it I guess I will forever be "enchanted" by his presence, thanks to my o so fashion friendly girlfriend.

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