Rev. E. Anderson
The story is taken from a book compiled by the late Rev. Gerald Chamberlain, a great children’s story teller and a person who inspired and influenced many young people. With kind permission from his son.
THE STRANGE STORY OF BUBBLES THE BUDGIE
Text: ‘Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful’ - Psalm 1: 1
Bubbles the Budgie was a great talker, a rare conversationalist, even for a bird of his breeding and background. He was always chatting away to his mistress, housekeeper MISS Mary Luckman.
But Bubbles isn’t talking any more. Instead he makes the most alarming parrot noises - - - - - - - - - and the change has made Miss Luckman wild.
The reason she claimed, as she flew home to London yesterday after a Dublin holiday, was the company Bubbles had been keeping. Those terrible, loud-mouthed, ill-mannered parrots at Dublin Zoo…..
The trouble started when Miss Luckman, of Melton Court, South Kensington, touched down at Dublin airport to begin her holiday. Health officials eyed the chattering Bubbles perched proudly in his Golden Cage and told Miss Luckman, ‘He’ll have to do into quarantine.’
There were tears, but the authorities were adamant, and off went Bubbles to the Zoo. He went chattering….’I’m a pretty boy…and I’m a lovely boy’ and those were the last words he spoke. Miss Luckman said, ‘ It was terrifying to be parted from him,’ and on she went to spend a fortnight with her cousin, Mrs. Maive O’Driscoll at Red Cap, Rathcoole, County Dublin. And with no mistress to gossip to, Bubbles turned to the nearby parrots for company.
A great imitator, he was soon almost as good as they were when it came to parrot noises. Yesterday Bubbles and Miss Luckman met again at the airport. Instead of the usual greeting….’Good morning Mary, I love you Mary,’ the sky-blue budgie started shrieking. Miss Luckman tried everything to get him to speak, repeating over and over again his best-known budgie talk. Bubbles just went on shrieking, with an occasional whistle thrown in.
LAST NIGHT, Miss Luckman said, ‘I’ll have to start teaching him all over again. Perhaps he will change once he gets to his old home, but it’s very sad.