The odd thing about Penny … was that she never sang … or talked … or even chirped. She stood mute in her birdcage, happily playing with her mirror and bells and bath. She was often found snuggling close to her cage mate Percy. It was only in her final moments that she found her voice …singing the most glorious budgie tune … finally finding her voice … an act of freedom.
“Oh I'd like to teach the world to sing with such glory and abandon” her owner thought, as she carefully picked up the little lifeless body … “without the dying of course.”
peace, love & paper! ~ Jo