“1, 2, ah, ah, macarena!”
Early that same morning, Joyce set up her movie camera. Joyce is such a professional that before she leaves for work each day, she stands in front of the camera as practice. Then, she plays it back to see how she looks. This morning, Joyce hurried off to work and forgot to turn the camera off.
The camera is set up pointing directly across the street where Feathers landed. It captured Feathers leaving and saw him land on another balcony where a man named Judge Brooks tried to catch him. Feathers escaped and flew back to the condo with the gold ink pen in his claws.
The nasty divorce between Judge Samuel Brooks and Kathy, his wife of 40 years, has been the front page news in the Washington Post for a few weeks. It seems Kathy hasn’t been seen for two days. Judge Brooks has been telling the press his wife went on a trip around the world and he doesn’t know when she’ll return. Kathy’s friends and family found it odd that she left without telling someone where she was going.
The next morning, Joyce got dressed and walked to the camera to turn it on. She then discovered that she had left it on all day. The batteries were dead. Joyce took the film out and put it on the table so she could put in new batteries. This time, before she left for work, she made sure to turn it off. Joyce lived at The Clara Barton for five years and raised Feather since he was a baby. Joyce left for work and said, “Bye, Feathers.” He repeated, “Bye, Feathers.”
Feathers began his day by looking across the street on his balcony. He then flew around the city. The sun was very hot. Feathers saw a couple of cocktails from the night before and hurried to drink them. He began to get dizzy from them and flew to another balcony where the TV was showing the macarena dance. Feathers mimicked the dance and spread his wings, while me moved his head from side to side and shook his body. He repeated the words, “1, 2, ah, ah, macarena.” He did this while trying to balance on one claw, which caused him to slip and fall. Feathers then flew home in a zig-zagged fashion.
Joyce came home with a friend named Becky, a DA. Becky knew Kathy Brooks well. Joyce walked in and said, “Hi, Feathers,” expecting to hear his reply, but she didn’t. She looked at his cage and doesn’t see him. She saw the balcony door open. “Oh, no,” she said. “Feathers has flown away.”
Becky went to her bedroom and found Feathers lying on his back with his claws pointing straight up. “Oh, no!,” she cried. “Feathers is dead.” Feathers slowly turned his head toward them and burped and said, “1, 2, ah, ah, macarena.”
Becky laughed and said, “He’s not dead. He’s drunk.”
To be continued…
