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Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. I am posting excerpts from a memoir my friend wrote about her family pet, a lovebird named Babypie.
Babypie By Joy Kimi Kanazawa ...Babypie was quite a character. He loved classical music and used to bob up and down in time to Beethoven, as though conducting the orchestra, looking like a green baton or a green Leonard Bernstein. Seldom in his cage, Babypie had the run of the apartment and used to sit on the shoulder of anyone he felt like being close to. Every weekend we (our family) would go to our cabin in the Pocono Mountains, a two-hour drive from the city. Naturally, Babypie always went along for the ride. One night my father went outside onto the deck, forgetting that he had Babypie on his shoulder. It was a rainy night and suddenly there was a flash of lightning and a loud crash of thunder. Startled, Babypie flew off into the night. ... we returned to New York without Babypie, all of us heartbroken... Two days later I decided to go back to the Poconos (as impossible as it may have seemed) to try and find Babypie. I walked the roads near our cabin and a quarter of a mile away I looked up and saw what looked like ...Babypie. I got out of my car, climbed onto the roof, and blasted Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony on my boombox. Babypie flew down to his beloved Beethoven. What a miracle from God! Babypie was back!