It had been five long days since Baldwin’s neighbor left town in her green jalopy, and there had been no one to refill the bird feeder or clean the birdbath. Baldwin meowed his complaint loudly even though he was alone. “How could she be so irresponsible as to not ensure that the neighborhood birds were taken care of in her absence?”
Of course,
Baldwin had to acknowledge that the day his neighbor zoomed out of her driveway,
the bird feeder was filled to the brim with large, dark sunflower seeds, and
the birdbath overflowed with clean, sparkling water. “Ah yes,” he recalled as he licked his paw to
keep a stubborn ant from biting him.
“All the birds feasted happily on sunflower seeds for one entire day,
and even those three pesky, thieving blackbirds brought their migrating friends
too.”
Baldwin shook
his head as he recalled the extremely loud bird chatter. The blackbirds laughed at him when he decided
to wear his bright red earplugs. They
even attempted to snatch them from his ears while he was dozing. “But now,” he concluded with a sigh, “the party
is over!”
The birds don’t check
the feeder for seeds anymore” Baldwin meowed in deep disappointment as he laid his head
down in despair. He felt that his neighborhood
had changed overnight. There were no
birds to chase away, nor any juicy gossip to listen to. The air was empty; there was no noise. Baldwin was lonely and blue. Suddenly he sat up in alarm and exclaimed, “Where are my
earplugs?!”
