Twitby and Loverly

I was telling my Mom about my fear this weekend that Nala and Mia had gotten out of the house because I couldn't find them.

We then recalled the story about when she and my father took care of their friends parakeets, Twitby and Loverly (from My Fair Lady--get it? Wouldn't it be loverly?)

These were 2 birds that meant a great deal to their friends. So Mom and Dad took them in while the friends were on vacation. Low and behold, one morning Twitby is upside down on the bottom of the cage. Mom and Dad were devastated. What had they done wrong? Dad suggested that they go out and buy another bird that looked just like Twitby and just put it in the cage and not tell the friends. After all, it was just a little bird and how would they know? They agonized over what to do and how to break the terrible news to their friends when they returned home. My parents came to the conclusion that they just couldn't buy another bird and not tell the friends. They would have to sit the friends down and tell them what happened and apologize. Finally, the friends arrived to claim their birds. Dad said to the woman: "We have some very bad news.  Twitby died. We don't know what happened, we followed the directions, but he died. We are so sorry. We'd be happy to replace the bird for you." The woman responded, "Oh no, I'm glad you didn't replace Twitby. I hated that bird and I'm glad it's dead."

Don't worry Nancy--the girls are fine!!!! But Mom and I laughed again recalling the tale of Twitby and Loverly!