Theme of the Week, pt. 2-Little Ball of Fluff

My next vivid Childhood memory was when I was 8 years old. Back then my father had an electronic and TV repair shop. My mother was the secretary and I had to stay with them until 5PM when my grandfather came to take me to my grandparents’ house. We had a little orange/yellow canary in a cage that hung over Mom’s desk.

The canary was so cute. His name was ‘Tweety’.

Tweety sang so gaily every day. He was the happiest bird on the block.

During a blizzard on a cold January afternoon, around 3PM I decided that ‘tweety’ needed a bath! “Ok, little birdie….You need a bath…come, In you go” I sang as I let the cold water run over the sink. I took Tweety, cage and all and poured cold water over the poor canary.

The little thing fluffed its feathers into a rather bizzare hairdo. It turned into a ball of fluff!

Mother came in the room and was horrified. “Mary!!! What on earth are you doing? What have you done?” Immediately she took poor Tweety and placed the cage near the radiator so he could thaw back into shape.

Luckily the poor thing survived that aweful bath of ’71.

I learned my lesson……never bathe a cold canary!

SensualRose @}>->->->-