My name is Aaron Aaronson. I was always first in line for P.E. in school. I bought a bird from you two years ago. I named him Harold after my ferret named Harold. It just seemed easier. I am writing you to let you know that Harold recently died. I do not expect a refund or a new canary. To be honest I am writing you because I don’t know who else to write to in these trying times. You see Harold was a canary and he died. I don’t know much but I know that something must be wrong.
My uncle who checks in on me once a week said that I shouldn’t be that upset. He said that birds die all the time. I am sad that Harold died. I am more concerned that I have a dead canary on my hands. I told my uncle about how I saw a show on public television about how miners used canaries to check to see if a mine was safe. When the bird died they knew they were in trouble. Well my Harold is dead. Harold was a canary and he is dead and now I am sure I am in trouble. What do you think killed him? I told my uncle about some of my theories.
My first thought is that there is a gas leak in the house. Since my parents died I am all alone. Sometimes things break in the house and I don’t know what to do. Once the upstairs bath wouldn’t stop running and water went all over the house. It went down the stairs and it went down the hall and it went out into the yard and it went out the front door. My uncle came over and we cleaned it all up. Since then the house smells bad sometimes and I get headaches when it gets too hot outside. My uncle says that there is nothing we can do about it. I wish my parents were still here to help me sometimes.
I checked the gas and it seems fine. So what else could have killed Harold? I thought maybe it was his bird food. Maybe it was too old. My uncle always tells me check how old my food is. I left a sandwich in the refrigerator once for a month. I wanted to save it because it was so good I didn’t want to eat it all at once. So I waited a month to eat the rest. It tasted different and then I got a tummy ache. My uncle told me about how sometimes food can go bad. So I thought maybe Harold’s food was bad. But he just eats bird seeds and it tasted alright when I tried it. I didn’t get a tummy ache.
After the food I thought maybe it could have been because he was cold. The winter before I got Harold my gas got shut off because I forgot to pay the bill. I didn’t notice for at first because it was January and it gets real cold then. I just figured it was getting colder and colder because it was winter. When my uncle came to visit he told me the heat must be off. I was wearing two jackets and three sweatshirts. I looked pretty silly. He called the heat people and got it turned back on. But I don’t think Harold was cold because it’s July and it’s not that cold out. So that couldn’t be it.
I just don’t know what happened to Harold. I get worried sometimes when things go bad. Sometimes my uncle says I shouldn’t live by myself. He says I can’t take care of myself. He said I couldn’t take good care of Harold the bird. Harold the ferret is alright. He lives in the basement. I like to live in my house. I get lonely sometimes since my parents died. I like living in the room I grew up in. I don’t want to move away. I hope my uncle doesn’t make me move away.
Do you have more birds that I could look at? I think I need a new Harold the bird. Maybe this time I will get a parakeet. If they die I don’t think it means anything bad. I like to walk around PetCo when I get sad sometimes. I get sad sometimes since my parents died. My name is Aaron Aaronson. I was always first in line in P.E.