Stupid bird! Why must my husband keep her? Let Nature take her course, I say. That sparrow should have been a meal for ravens! Instead, my silly husband saved her life and took her home. Now he lets her fly around the house and soil all the window sills. Does he clean up after her? No, that’s up to me! All he does is pet and caress her. He never caressed me like that!
Next time he’s out of the house, I’ll kill that bird. I’ll stop it from singing and flapping for once and for all.