If Walls, Break Down, I will comfort you

I had a budgie.

His name was Cheekie. (Original huh?)

I've told you the story before of my dad blow drying him. (Just before he died)

There was one night we went out. I always had to make sure that the door of his cage was shut when we went out.

One night, mum, dad and I walked back from the car ... as we walked back, I suddenly had this blinding realisation that I had left the door open.

Rogue the dog hated Cheekie the budgie. We all ran back to the house ... and dad said "Wait out side".

We didn't - we ran in and "Oh my god" the cage was empty.

We all ran round the house looking for evidence of Rogue having eaten the budgie.

Nothing, no where to be found...

Oh No.... Where was Cheekie.

As we all settled down to the inevitable truth that Rogue had ate Cheekie, feathers and all.

Then ....

we heard a little cheep. We got up and ran into the hall. Listened again ....

Another cheep. We ran into the bedroom... listened again...

Followed the noise...

And there was Cheekie; stuck; hanging upside down on the inside of the curtains.

Pah ha ha.

Stupid bird