Mynah Inconvenience – Friday Fictioneers

myna-bird

“Ned! Can you see me buddy?…”

A rather large and reddish nose filled my iPhone display.

“Dad, move the cellphone away from your face.”

“Oh! Heh heh! I’m rather poor with these technology thingamajigs…”

“This better be important. I have a meeting in five minutes.”

“Look who came to visit today.”

He thrust a rather ugly looking bird into my view. It screeched and if there was something called bird tonsils, I saw it.

“Poor thing was injured. A Mynah inconvenience! So I got him in and gave him some tweetment, get it? Heh heh!”

I groaned.

“Come visit us sometime, Ned.” His cheery voice fell down a bit. “It’s been a while. Mr. Birdie Sanders here would like that too.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by our gracious hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Picture credit Douglas M. MacIlroy. Find other entries to this week’s prompt here.

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65 Comments

    1. Heh heh! The first words I thought of after seeing the photo was bird tonsils. Glad you liked it. Thanks for the comment, Sheena. 🙂

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  1. This warmed the cockles of my heart. My dad had a grand sense of humor that scared most of my boyfriends when I was in high school. (Oh, that makes it sound like I had more than one and a half boyfriends.)

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    1. Thanks for the nice comment, Alicia. Dads have this unique quirky humor. (Need to check with my wife if I have contracted the dad-humor) 😀

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    1. My Mom and I joke around a lot, and yes most of them are really bad jokes. Also, with a family of my own, sometimes I find it difficult to give my Mom some time. We both are mature enough to accept it, but sometimes it does hurt a bit. Thanks for the comment, Tracey.

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    1. Welcome to the bad bird jokes bar. Could I interest you in a Pelican burger? But, I must warn you the bill would be enormous 😛 Thanks for the comment, Sascha. 🙂

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  2. Very relatable and hence a very fascinating read. Hope Ned realises that dad needs him, before its too late .
    Wonderful story, Varad.

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  3. I’m at work about to start drilling and filling and was feeling ‘blah’- until I read your post. Have just shared it with everyone here at the practice. now we’re all smiles 🙂 🙂 🙂

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  4. That’s adorbs. Absolutely adorbs. Pardon the slang!
    The Dad sure is a darling, and honestly I think he’s taken the fact that Ned is not gonna be around, well in his stride. After all he now has Birdie-nom-nom to give him company now. ;-))

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  5. Dear Varad,

    You’re killing me. Actually I only have Mynah injuries and I’m all a twitter over your puns. But I’d best stop before someone accuses me of egging you on. (Loved your story!)

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  6. Oh my. I don’t know if you meant for this to be a sad story, but it certainly tugged at my heart strings. I feel so bad for the father. You did an amazing job of capturing his desperation and desire to reconnect with a son who is too busy for him. Knocked it out of the park. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Thank you for your very kind words, Kathy. I did intend it to end on a mellow note. Some people use humor (even the bad version of it) to cope up with their loneliness. Ned’s Dad falls in that category.

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    1. I had one on ‘left wing’, but didn’t want to overdo it. Cheers for the comment Bjorn and you got it right. Ned has outgrown his Dad.

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