Tweety

Hey Blog.  I love you.  Also, I created you which is kind of nifty, I have to tell you something that is very hard.  Now don't go getting hysterical Bloggy.  But sometimes, things die.

And it is not cool.

Mostly. And I mean I don't want to talk about death too much because that's a showstopper, but it happens so what do we do?  Baby Lasagna will die.  And it will be very sad for many people. Oh dear, I don't mean to depress you Bloggy but let me tell you about Tweety.

Tweety was a bird that my best friend Brad had.  Now, in NYC, pets are limited choices so Tweety is obviously a parakeet.  Tweety greeted us at the door sometimes  and there are windows and well, Blog, some bad things happened to Tweety.  So we have Tweety I and Tweety II amd Tweety III.

Now Tweety II is where it's at. I guess Tweety I was a warm-up. Brad and Tweety II could go on the road for sure.  Brad would call to Tweety and Tweety would fly onto his shoulder,  The Pied Piper runs through Stuyvesant Town,  But then, Tweety died.

And Tweety didn't die of old age.  Tweety died in a terrible accident.   I watched Tweety cash in his chips with Brad.  Brad had accidentally stepped on Tweety when they were doing one of their fandango shows.

So Tweety's neck broke a little but not a lot.  And Brad and I cried at the dead bird on the table.  We had no idea how to handle this.  But I was nine and dinner was probably going to happen soon.  So like the next day it was

Tweety III.