TWEET- A Tale Of Deception And Intrigue.

About a week ago, my daughter was at her mom's house. It had rained heavily the night before, and when they went out in the back yard that morning, they found a baby bird floundering in a half-full bucket of water. Mom got a broom and together, her and Ruby got the poor bird out of the water and left it on the grass. Soon it dried itself off and flew away.

When I heard this story, I couldn't resist running with it- So I sent Ruby this text on her mom's phone:

"HI RUBY. I AM THAT BABY BIRD YOU SAVED. MY NAME IS TWEET. THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME. THAT'S NICE OF YOU TO GET ME OUT OF THE WATER."

Upon receiving the text, Ruby responded with what can only be described as "apeshit joy". So I waited till that night, and decided Tweet needed to send Ruby an email.

FROM: FRANK FENCEPOST (hey, she can't read, it's cool.)

TO: RUBY SUNALI FENCEPOST

 SUBJ: TWEET TWEET!!!

HI RUBY.

IT'S ME, YOUR FRIEND TWEET! I JUST WANTED TO SEND YOU A PICTURE OF ME. SEE, I'M GETTING BIGGER NOW. MY MOM SAYS I'M BIG. I'M 3 YEARS OLD LIKE YOU ARE.

CAN WE BE FRIENDS? I ALWAYS WANTED A FRIEND WHO WAS A REAL GIRL.

PLEASE SEND ME A PICTURE OF YOU.

LOVE, YOUR FRIEND,
TWEET

Of course, Ruby called me after her mom read her this email, flipping out about her new bff Tweet. Since then, there's been several instances of Tweet activity, such as: yesterday, we were sitting on the couch when I said "Ruby, what's that noise?" We went to the back door to look, and sure enough, we saw Tweet out on a power line. We went outside and Ruby said "HI TWEET!" I told her you have to talk to Tweet in bird language, so she said "Cheep cheep!" We also saw Tweet's baby brother and Tweet's mom.

If any readers have suggestions of how I can continue the Saga of Tweet, please email f.fencepost@gmail.com or text me at 405 532 2499.

Thanks for reading!