“How would I know?”
“I will go and check come with me.”
“Fine, I will come,” said Dave. Nervously I followed the sound.
“Okay, I will walk faster.”
The sound was coming from under the sofa. I carefully checked it was my bird.
“I hope she is fine,” said Dave with tearful
eyes.
“She is fine,” I told him.
I placed the bird in her steel, mauve cage.
“Feed her these carrots,”said Dave.
“Birds do not eat carrots,” I said with laughter.