The Lovebird Tree
“Trudy, here they come!” Max pecked his annoying beak on my trunk.
Paula, Max’s lovebird other half, shrieked so loud that she shook some leaves off my branches. “Yes, here come the lovebirds! Our counterparts, right Maxie?”
I finally opened my eyes after an hour’s nap and saw our favorite couple running towards me to take refuge under my shade.
I looked up at the sky. Right on time. High-noon meant lunchtime. For the past month, they have met every day to rendezvous for their lunch hour. My first favorite lovebirds, Max and Paula, and I witnessed their very first meeting.
It was a Monday, and the man (whom I’ll call “Jerry”) sat down under my branches to enjoy his foot-long hoagie. A few minutes later, the woman (I’ll call her “Lisa”) plopped herself some feet away, directly under Max and Paula. The birds were doing their “lovebird things”, and Max started to laugh, letting loose an “accident”. Unfortunately, his accident fell right into Lisa’s soup!
Lisa cursed, dropping her bowl to the ground. Jerry stood up and walked over to see what happened. She explained, both having a laugh. Jerry sweetly offered her the other half of his hoagie and motioned to join him in his spot, away from her spilled soup. They sat and talked for the rest of the hour. From that day on, they’ve met every lunch hour.
