Bird Play

Bird Play

“Don’t be silly.”

Kevin looked around quickly, but saw nobody. “Who said that?” he asked out loud. Though he assumed there would be a radio or something and he’d hit the on key by accident…

“Don’t be silly,” came the voice again. Kevin stopped in his tracks. If it was a radio, it wouldn’t say it twice. He looked everywhere a person could hide, now thinking it must be one of the neighborhood kids. Still nobody. After a while he started wondering if he’d imagined it. He’d promised his father he’d clean up; he’d been working all day. Maybe he breathed too much dust? Wood scraps? It didn’t sound right, but he still believed he’d heard the voice.

Having gotten over the idea that someone was hiding, he finally decided to let it go. The clean up was almost done. Whatever he heard was either well-hidden or just his imagination. Time to go back in the house.

As he turned this time, he caught sight of a bird perched on the rafters. Not wanting to shut it in when he left, he yelled up, “Hey. get going!” waving his arms to scare it out the doors.

“Don’t be silly,” the bird said.

Kevin just stood there in awe. Finally, knowing it was the bird, he decided to try talking back. He held out his arm and said “come sit with me,” for lack of anything better to say. The bird flew down landing on his arm. It was some kind of parakeet or something.

Suddenly a girl ran into the garage. “Oh, thank you! You found Wiffle’s!” The bird flew over and landed on her arm. “Hi! I’m Sandy, we just moved in next door.”

Kevin and Sandy got married six years later. Wiffle’s was their Best Bird.