One morning in the first week of May, Mr. Thurgood Q. Fentermock put on his best suit, walked out of his house, sauntered down to the end of the street, turned left at the corner, and was never seen again. Three weeks passed before his wife, Mrs. Gertrude Fentermock, noticed that her husband of nine years was gone.
"Thurgood was such a quiet person," Mrs. Fentermock said to her neighbor, Mrs. Wubbley. "I hardly knew that he was here, even before he disappeared."
"Yes, he certainly was a quiet one," said Mrs. Wubbley.
"Still," Mrs. Fentermock went on, "he was always a good provider. That is, until he went away."
Thurgood was the fourth husband that Mrs. Fentermock had lost in this particular manner. She tried to comfort herself with the knowledge that he had lasted longer than any of the others, but having four husbands disappear in one lifetime was most worrisome. It was, she admitted to herself, becoming something of a habit.
"Perhaps I would be better off with a parakeet, rather than a husband," she said to Mrs. Wubbley.
"Yes, perhaps you would," said Mrs. Wubbley, who tended to agree with anything that anyone happened to say.
The next day Mrs. Fentermock went out and purchased a parakeet. Because the bird was kept in a cage, there was no chance of it wandering off and disappearing. Thereafter, Mrs. Fentermock and the parakeet lived quite happily together, although it must be acknowledged that the parakeet was never a good provider.
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