The Day Our Budgie Died in Our Arms
December 4th 2007 20:59
[COLOR=Green]I’ve never liked Christmas for the very reason everything’s shut and there’s nothing to do. To me, it’s the most boring day of the year. It’s also the saddest as I think about all the people who don’t have friends or families. It must be the loneliest time of the year for them.
It was one Christmas day when my sister’s gold and yellow budgie got sick. It was listless all day and wouldn’t fly or chirp. I went to grab the Yellow Pages to look up the phone number of the nearest vet with the slim hope they might be open. While I was doing this, my sister took the budgie out and put it in her lap. She stroked it, trying to cheer it up. All of a sudden it looked liked it was coming back to life: It flapped its wings about and my sister’s eyes lit up with joy. Then, just as quickly, the budgie let out a chirp and shuddered before it lay still. My sister started talking to it, saying, “Don’t die. Please don’t die.” But all her hopes were in vain as she watched it and it continued to show no signs of life. My sister then started crying, saying it was her favourite budgie and why did her budgie have to get sick on Christmas Day – of all the days of the year – the day when nothing is open, including the vet?
My parents are not sentimental people so they couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. They wanted us to simply throw the budgie away but we refused. We loved that bird and we wanted to give it a dignified burial. So when my parents weren’t looking, my sister and I went to our front garden and buried the poor budgie near the roses.
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It was one Christmas day when my sister’s gold and yellow budgie got sick. It was listless all day and wouldn’t fly or chirp. I went to grab the Yellow Pages to look up the phone number of the nearest vet with the slim hope they might be open. While I was doing this, my sister took the budgie out and put it in her lap. She stroked it, trying to cheer it up. All of a sudden it looked liked it was coming back to life: It flapped its wings about and my sister’s eyes lit up with joy. Then, just as quickly, the budgie let out a chirp and shuddered before it lay still. My sister started talking to it, saying, “Don’t die. Please don’t die.” But all her hopes were in vain as she watched it and it continued to show no signs of life. My sister then started crying, saying it was her favourite budgie and why did her budgie have to get sick on Christmas Day – of all the days of the year – the day when nothing is open, including the vet?
My parents are not sentimental people so they couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. They wanted us to simply throw the budgie away but we refused. We loved that bird and we wanted to give it a dignified burial. So when my parents weren’t looking, my sister and I went to our front garden and buried the poor budgie near the roses.
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