When I was 12, my wonderful Aunt Betty bought me an adorable parakeet for my first pet. With his bright yellow and green feathers, I named him Sunny. He was a sweet companion who often flew about the house and twittered to the wooshing of the dishwasher. Sadly, my sweet friend decided to fly away, and was never seen again. This little needlepoint reminds me of him, and though will perch on my finger, will never take flight through an open door.