Ok – a story to give a break from a week of music! I trust everyone had a lovely June Solstice – and to those in the Northern Hemisphere, no doubt your days have started drawing in as you plummet your way towards winter. Whereas we in the South…
What a pain in the bottom Pollyanna has become. My wife says it is age. Squawk! Squawk! Squawk all day! Nothing satisfies her. And as for food? No, I won’t eat this. No, I won’t eat that. Honestly, she’s driving my wife and me up the wall.
She’s due to return home in just over a week. We can’t wait. We’ll drive her there the minute that day dawns. Our home is rather small. In fact, it’s only a one-bedroom place, so Pollyanna has to sleep in the living room. Of course the living room is where we have the television, and Pollyanna retires early.
It pays to be nice to elderly relatives; especially great aunts with more than a couple of dollars in their bank account! Aunt Constantia for example. Just kidding! We’d have Pollyanna stay anyway, but that doesn’t mean we have to enjoy every minute of it. And she comes to stay only for about a week a year when Aunt Constantia goes on vacation and has no one to look after Pollyanna her parrot.
Wonder what happens when the aunt writes off everything to someone else and gives them the parrot.
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That would have been a wonderful irony to end the story on – I never thought of that!
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Perhaps Nitin as your co-writer?
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As much as I would love to, I think Bruce and me are very different writers. This is one of those rare occasions when I ventured into his territory of deceit, malice and murder, coated with the hue of dark humour.
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Don’t you just hate it when people misread kindness and lovability and think it’s deceit, malice and murder?
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I feel your pain, BA.
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I’m in awe of your sensitivity, Yvonne.
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Now I have to check the veracity of your statement, Nitin.
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Be exceedingly careful, Yvonne!
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Lol!!
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I couldn’t afford to pay the hefty salary.
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Great story btw. The things people do for money. I know a few relatives like this.
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I would teach the parrot some choice words for Aunt Constantia.
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I don’t know any.
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Well of course not Bruce. Saint Bruce you are!
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Thank you, Max. It’s about f**kin’ time I got some recognition.
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Here here…let’s drink and gamble to that!
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Gambling is not a successful venture for me.
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Yea me either…
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Well, we don’t want Aunt Constantia leaving it all to Pollyanna.
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Pretty jolly Polly
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I knew it, I knew it! The problem is, when good old aunt Constantia kicks the bucket, she’ll leave Pollyanna to guess who?
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Aunt Constantia will outlive the parrot (and get a pet pig).
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I see mud in their future!
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Snort!
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I’m not aware of having any living great aunts with parrots. I’m destined to die poor.
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Some people miss the boat by marrying into parrotless families.
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Clearly.
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Nobody wants to live with a Pollyanna all the time.
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O would imagine them to be smelly – Parrots?
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