One winter it was so cold. I was in 8th grade, so about 13 and a bird got in the hallway when I was coming in the house. I was careful to close the door behind me so it wouldn't get in. My sister is deathly affraid of birds. Not 3 min later, I see the bird flapping inside the house.
Crap.
"Ma!!!" Moms is from Mississippi. She got the bird to fly out the window.
"If you closed the door behind you like you said you did, the bird wouldna got in!"
"Ma! I did!"
10 minutes pass. The bird is back inside the house.
"Ma!!!!"
My sister screams with the bird flying behind her.
Got the bird back out the window. At this point, I'm
We're laughing and I'm thinking how deathly cold it is outside and why the bird was still in NJ. As I'm talking, I look down to the front door to see the bird squeezing its little body underneath to once find itself inside the house. At this point, I beg my mother to let the bird stay in my room for the night. "But ma! Peter denied Jesus 3 times!" She agreed. I got a shoe box and lined it with cotton balls and tissue and put it next to the radiator. My sister is screaming, "That thing is gonna gouge your eyes out!" I yell back, "If you wanna go to hell, go by yourself!!"
After flapping around the room for a few seconds and burning itself a little on the lamp, the bird flapped down into the shoe box and slept the whole night.
In the morning, my mother let the bird out and it never came back.
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