A heady sense of tension saturated the air and a whisper of ill feeling clung to the room. All was still except the dying embers of fire in the open hearth and the delicate tick tock from the clock on the mantle. A small breath of air from the opened window made the delicate lace curtain dance against the pane and a shudder of fear braced in her chest. Slowly moving back, with her eyes still fixed, she reached for the window and softly pulled it shut. Not softly enough. As a fluttering of wings grew ever more erratic and an ear piercing scream shattered the calm. “Mummy, the budgies on my head”……….
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Love it, Helen!
Thank you, I just thought the picture was fab when I saw it.
Me, too! Gave me a laugh on this Monday morning.
Oh, wow, this is hilarious! Poor kid with the budgerigar… And I should really update my profile photo. 😛
Its not you with the budgie is it, lol
Fabulous! I needed that laugh.
Thank you. Glad you laughed. I just loved the picture when I saw it and had to write something even if only tiny 🙂
Agh! The Birds!
Well, the Bird, anyway.
To be more specific, the Budgie.