I have a confession to make.
I killed a birdie.
Mom saw me from the window, flinging myself through the air and having a great time. She thought I was chasing butterflies unsuccessfully. But no. When she came out, I had the birdie.
Mom was not too pleased but since I had already...uh...you know...she let me eat it.
Since mom was a bit disgusted with me, I did my best to be on my best and most handsome behavior the rest of the day.