"Momma!" was the anxious cry.. "Momma, I can't find my birdie....he was on my shoulder while we were walking and then he flew and I can't find him anywhere!" Tears were brimming and threatening to spill over so everybody present set to searching. We looked under the table and on the chairs and plants and even in the next room, but no birdie.
Finally came her laughing voice... "Oh, here he is! He flewed into my pocket!"
I am glad she did not sit down.