When I was a kid, my folks wouldn't allow me to have a pet. One day, I was playing around the community dumpster, and found this sad abused little bird. I snuck it home in a little bucket and cared for him.
So I snuck into my parents bedroom and snatched the Saturday night dog collar and leash out of my Dad's underwear drawer. I wanted to take my new pet for a walk around the block. Yeah, I knew you couldn't take birds for a walk but I was young and excited for a pet.
I named it Oleg. He was my first pet.
Until my parents found out about him.
And ate him.
Why couldn't they just tell me he went to live at a farm somewhere???
I dug this pix out of my old scrapbook.