The Cornbread Story

   

Sometimes life just offers moments of comic relief.

I made some cornbread two days ago.

As I made lunch today, I decided to heat up the leftover cornbread and serve it with the meal hoping that it would all be eaten--it wasn't. 

We opened the windows during lunch, and we were all commenting on the many birds in the courtyard and how beautiful their chirping sounds were.  We had all noticed how a couple of the neighbors had put bird feeders out, and there were many more birds in the courtyard than there previously had been.

Since I had some leftover cornbread, I thought the birds might like some,

so I put a small square on the sidewalk outside of our apartment.

A few minutes later I looked to see if the birds were eating the cornbread.

It was all gone.

Wow! I was really surprised they had eaten it that fast because I wasn't really sure if birds liked the sweet, yellow Jiffy Mix cornbread like I do.

I put another square on the sidewalk,

stepped back into the apartment,

pulled the blinds back,

and then I heard footsteps.

I didn't want anyone to see me looking out the window,

so I put the blinds quietly back into place,

and then a man walked up to where the cornbread lay on the sidewalk right outside my open window, 

and said to himself, "Hmmm. Another piece of cornbread. I wonder where it's coming from?"

He softly kicked the cornbread off the sidewalk into the dirt.

The whole situation just tickled me,

so I went to tell my husband,

and while I was telling him,

William walked in and heard me, then he said,

"That's so weird, mom! Just a few minutes ago when I was outside,

I saw a man coming out of the courtyard eating a piece of cornbread!"

I don't know, I just think it's funny.