Don't tell PETA

We've had a death in the family. The girls are in tears. I'm waiting to hear "I told you so..." Frittata is no longer with us.

Jo was cleaning out the bird cage. She has been doing an excellent job and just the other day Mr. M. commented on how impressed was with her handling of the birds. It's not easy to hold an animal that wants to escape, especially one that is so fragile that you can crush it. Jo has been doing wonderfully.

It was taking a very long time to get the bird cage clean so I went into the bedroom to see what was taking so long. I was shocked to see Jo sitting on the floor holding an obviously dead Frittata trying to push bird food into the closed beak.

"What Happened?" I shrieked moving forward and taking the little corpse away from her. "I tripped and fell on her" Jo answered. "But if you let me feed her she will be ok."

"No Jo" she's dead. "You can't feed her. There is nothing we can do now." Jo started to cry. "How did you trip?" "I don't know." The mother warning bells start ringing. "Jo, WHAT REALLY HAPPENED?"

"I wanted her to fly. So I decided to teach her. I told her to how and then I threw her." Ohhh I don't want to me a mother right this second. "Jo her wing feathers haven't grown in yet. When she is ready to fly, she will fly, you can't throw the birds."

I took the little body out of the room and disposed of it. By then Beth had told Amy that Jo had killed her bird. Jo was crying, Amy was screaming, Beth was yelling at Jo, Meg was wishing she could be adopted by another family, Any Family.

I helped Jo apologize to Amy. They have agreed to share Omelet. I wish I had a witty or wise way to finish this story, but I don't. I'm just hoping to get through this.