Out of the dark silent night a door slammed and shook the whole house. “Everyone okay?” Dad yelled. Groggy voices answered from the bedrooms. All of us present and accounted for – except one. Where was Princess? She must be sniffing the ground outside in the back. Probably got out before the door banged shut.
Our little black mutt was definitely part bird dog. She never chased cats, but all her hunting skills would surface if a bird happened to be nearby. Instantly she’d stand stock still, tail erect and ears cocked.
Knowing this about her my brother, Steve, gave me two parakeets for my eighth birthday. I named the green one, Hansel and the blue one Gretel, of course. Once in a while one of them would get out of the cage and fly around our apartment until it was hungry or something.
Then one day Gretel got out and I couldn’t find her anywhere. I was so worried that she’d escaped through an open window or door but what could I do? The next morning after breakfast I took off my pajamas, deciding what to wear that day. As I pulled open my top dresser drawer, there was a strange ruffling sound followed immediately by a blur of blue wings jetting out of my underwear drawer.
Gretel, you poor thing! I cried.
How did this happen? She must
have been in there twenty-four hours.
When I examined the contents of my drawer it appeared that even though
she’d rummaged around in there, nothing was soiled or stained. As I walked out of my bedroom dressed and
heading for the front door, Princess was having fun chasing her madly around
the living room. Boy, did I make sure to
close the door tightly behind me that morning.
Yvonne A.
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