Bill the Bird

It was a warm spring day the year my oldest child was three, and we decided to walk to church rather than drive. As we were walking, there was a dead bird lying there by the side of the road. My three year old was very sad, and said to her Aunt, who was holding her hand, "Oh no! He's dead! And he was my very best friend!"

"He wasn't your best friend." Her Aunt said.

"Oh yes, he was!" the child insisted.

"He couldn't have been your best friend, you don't even know his name."

Without missing a beat, she tearfully responded, "It was Bill."

They spent a moment in silent contemplation of Bill's lost life, and waved goodbye before continuing to church.