There was some sort of 'event' on the telly on Tuesday and we had a guest around to watch it. I don't mix well at social events so I slumbered in my basket as they watched the telly, crying, laughing and drinking sparkles. When it was over I heard my name mentioned and perked up my ears a little bit.
Well, they said they would put him to sleep if you took him back to the home, said the guest. We could drop him off now.
Peals of laughter.
Why bother with the expense, my bird said. We could just smother him with a cushion and put him in the compost bin. I opened my eyes and they were both looking in my direction. Then they laughed hysterically again.
Oh, we're only joking, silly socks, she said.
I think alcohol has got a lot to answer for.
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