Humans Caught in Dishwashers

It is not every day that I, or any other person, for that matter, come across a human stuck in a dishwasher. In fact, the very sight of it is quite staggering. Today I found not just any human, but a particular human, my mother, fallen into the dishwasher, struggling to regain her balance.

It happened in a peculiar set of events, though the events contained were fairly normal to my household. After hours of his squawking and screaming and screeching and nagging, I decided to tend to my parrot's needs, and release him from his vast aviary which implies no entrapment compared to smaller aviaries, and place my shoulder at the entrance so as to provide a ladder to my otherwise difficult to climb body. Surely enough, he climbed up, and within seconds, was content. 

I, along with my parrot now seated on my shoulder, headed over from the backyard to the shop, to the ice-cream freezers where my father was re-stocking the Drumstick ice-creams. My parrot and I conversed with him for a while, watching him as he swiftly replaced the sold Drumsticks, and closed the freezer. I soon realised that the conversation had to come to an end, and decided to take my parrot on the fifth tour of the house today. I expected him to behave as he always had, however expectations are not always met.

Listening to his pleasant chirps, I had not anticipated what was to come next, nor did my poor mother who has a proliferating phobia of all animals, great or small, which has clung to her since childhood, instead of dwindling away like her hatred of food. She stood there, back faced to the entrance to my home which is connected to the shop, washing the dishes, unbeknownst of what was to cling to her back. As swift as a large butterfly, my parrot suddenly took flight like one of the first aeroplanes whose flight was anticipated but not quite expected, and landed right in the middle of her back.

Mid-flight, I screamed, warning my mother "look out, Dory's coming!" Just before my parrot landed on her back, she yawped in fear and the second she felt her shirt get a millimetre tighter from the strong grasp of my parrot, she fell backwards, straight into the dishwasher. Had he been awkwardly perched a little lower on her back, I would have been reporting on a rather morose story.

Her hands, covered in bright magenta coloured gloves covered with soap waved in the air after slipping from the kitchen bench, providing no assistance in the fall - my instincts immediately cried, get Dory away from there! And that, I did. I hurried him back to his cage, where he sat for the rest of the evening, singing in a quiet voice so as to not be bothersome.

Now, my mother hates animals even more, and I will not be surprised if I find my parrot fifty grams lighter tomorrow. It is not every day one comes across their mother caught in a dishwasher, with a parrot clinging for its life on her back.