Parakeet Found
Posted on Saturday, May 15, 2010 in Uncategorized
How, exactly, do you find a parakeet??
Explain the story behind this flyer in 250 words or less.
How, exactly, do you find a parakeet??
Explain the story behind this flyer in 250 words or less.
I remember losing a canary once, when I was a little girl, and it was traumatic. It’s not impossible for someone to have captured an errant parakeet. Last year we had a bird fly into our screened porch, while the door was open. Very carefully, I captured the bird in my hand. It’s little heart was beating so fast. Can’t remember what type of bird it was. A nut-hatch? A chickadee? And, of course, I set it free. So, I applaud the person who captured the parakeet and hope it was returned to its rightful owner.
Am I allowed? Might as well…too much damn Mt. Dew. I can’t sleep anyway:
Okay so you need an angle. We can do this. You’re going to play the nice guy card. Ready? I’ve got it. Post an ad saying you’ve found a lost puppy. No description. That’s important because when the girls call and describe their missing puppy, you just tell them, ‘nope, this puppy doesn’t have brown spots it must have been somebody else’s.’ Now they’re sad because their puppy’s still lost and you’re the guy who helps people find lost puppies. You offer to go looking for their puppy with them, and when you can’t find the puppy, you take her out for beers. It can’t fail.
It can though.
How?
I hate puppies.
Your point?
Any girl who calls is going to be a dog person. I don’t want to date dog people.
Okay, make it…I don’t know…a parakeet.
A parakeet.
Yup. A parakeet.
How many women in this city do you think are out looking for lost parakeets right now?
We’ll never know until we post the sign.
How will I know if I want to go looking for a parakeet with them? What if girls who like parakeets are strange? I don’t know any parakeet people. What are they like?
We’ll never know until we post the sign.
I’m going to regret this.
Alexandra – I can’t imagine being a tropical bird on the loose in New York City. What must be going through its brain?? Talk about heart beating fast :/ I’m glad someone found it, too… just hard for me to imagine the circumstances..
Paul: I love this!! And in suggesting this post – and responding to it – you’ve given me an idea, which is to make this a recurring feature…miscellany I come across in the city as a writing/creative prompt. Thank you! And I really do love your response…
So great to see you this weekend. Glad Mt. Dew came through for you once again :)
I wake with a start. The dream again. The one where I am caged, and something tips my cage. A glint of metal, a scrape, the door is open and without another thought I fly.
I know that’s how it must have happened. And the chances that the window would be raised – however it happened, I’m out now, aren’t I?
And oh, this ecstasy, this pure unfettered flight, rough branches under my tender claws swaying in a breeze I never knew existed before now. No more mirror mocking me. No more tepid water growing stale while I sit alone in an empty room waiting for any sign of life besides my own. I eat bugs.
I have found myself.
But it’s cold. Bugs don’t fill me like millet did. I found this cell phone. Please call if you lost a parakeet.
Katie! I love it :)
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