Gonna Burn in Hell
When I was a younger man than what I am now, must've been the early 1980's, I was into CB radio. I met some people down in the Welsh Valleys, and was invited back to this familys house for a cup of tea.
Anyway, when we went inside the guys house a typical terrace house, there was a Budgerigar in a cage by the door. The guy said he'd had this bird for about 5 years and it was his best friend! (I know...typical Welsh, they love their pets!) he proceeded to make me a cuppa, whilst I decided to curry favour and talk to his budgie through the cage... "Whose a pretty boy then?"..."Hello Bobby!".... "Who loves his Daddy?"..... When and I still don't know why I did it... I made a cat meow sound through my teeth, where upon Bobby the Budgie appeared to have a massive heart attack and fell off his perch!
I didn't know what to do, so in panic I reached into the cage and propped dear departed Bobby against the side of the cage, on top of his feeding trough. I quickly sat down as the guy brought me in a cup of tea. For some strange reason he didn't check the bird on the way back in. It was all I could do to keep him off the subject of budgies or sex with sheep, and I quickly made my excuses to get out of there sharpish, and never to return.
As I drove away leaving the guy on his doorstep waving goodbye, I thought if there's a hell I'm gonna burn. Worse than that though I turned on my CB radio, and there's this irate Welsh voice yelling on the open channel "That Bastard Killed My Fucking Budgie!!!"
I turned the radio back off for at least 2 weeks, and it seemed to go away.
(MrFaberge we didn't burn him!, Sun 15 Jul 2012, 11:17, 1 reply)

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I enjoyed this. It's got a proper bad deed at the core, a lack of redemption that makes me think you're still feeling a bit guilty about it and a great mix of whimsical ingredients that take the edge off. A good story nicely told. This could have been a subplot in Submarine, had the kid been into radio.
( Scrumper, Tue 17 Jul 2012, 15:06, closed)