PIP IS MISSING!
or he was.
if you are new to the blog
Pip is my mother’s crippled finch
Precious named him Pip after the character in A Christmas Carol
you know?? peg-legged “Tiny Tim”
Precious thought his name was Pip
read the rest of PIP’S STORY HERE...
as for today’s story…
from the wise words of Cowboy Dan
“you can’t make this stuff up…you gotta live it”
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yesterday while Precious and I were at the store rearranging a few things
Daddy-O wheeled in
“Pip’s missing!” “He’s not in his cage”
I could tell Precious was concerned by the look on her face..
I feel certain she whispered a prayer for Pip because she’s precious like that and that’s what she does
We were at the store a few hours when Daddy-o called to tell mother he had a surprise…
He wouldn’t tell her over the phone…
Tonight, as Paul Harvey would say I got the “rest of the story”
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after sharing the news of Pip’s missing whereabouts
dad went home for lunch
while on the porch he noticed Cleo, his BIG, fat cat
zeroed in on “something”
as he rose to see what the “something” might be
Cleo DASHED AWAY!
Daddy-O sprinted after him.
no, I’m not kidding.
He was convinced CLEO HAD PIP!
he-was- RIGHT!
around the house and under the camper
CLEO darted
Daddy on his heels, screaming, HOLLERING
doing his best to startle Cleo hoping he would release whatever he had
and he did.
under the camper
it was PIP!
and because my precious daddy loves my mother so
he crawled under the camper and RESCUED
the mangled bird
placing him in a basket until mother returned home
She quickly examined Pip
he was hurt
“barely blinking”
his one good leg.
broken.
and is now shorter than his other peg leg.
(y’all this is a real story… these are the days of our lives)
so now Precious’s peg-legged, one winged bird can not
fly or walk.
instead
he wobbles
like a Fischer Price “webble wobble”
please don’t call PETA.
sister banker and I listened intently to this horrific story
doing our best to keep a straight face
because Precious loves her crippled finch
and we love her
she would not even hear much less entertain our gentle suggestion of
feeding the bird to the cat.
she firmly said
“he will have to pass of natural causes. this bird has too much spirit! I will not even hear of putting him down”
and then I could help myself
I had held it in as long as I could when I began to laugh uncontrollably while chanting
“WE’VE GOT SPIRIT
YES WE DO!
PIP’S GOT SPIRIT
HOW BOUT’ YOU??”
and so
the story of Pip is
to be continued……
ps. I failed to mention Precious is seriously considering splinting Pip’s mangled leg with a toothpick which would make him
a doubled peg-legged, one winged finch.
blessings,
night y’all
:O)k