Spring Fever is Running High

Somehow, Eddie managed to sneak out of the house yesterday afternoon. I went to the Post Office to drop something into the mail, and when I came back, he was gone. When I tried to question Albert, he just mumbled in bear fashion about not seeing anything. He was busy watching a Jerry Springer rerun. Albert is a bit difficult to understand on the best of days, and yesterday was not one of those. He's been getting quite restless recently due to the warm weather. Probably why not many bears live indoors.
Anyway (anyhow, anyroad; choose one for yourself), when I found Eddie missing, I panicked. I walked around the neighborhood while whistling his favorite tune, If I Only Had A Brain (I'm not sure that's the actual name of the song) from The Wizard of OZ. I asked a few of my neighbor's if they had seen the wandering bird, but had no luck. After that I drove around the surrounding area in ever widening circles. Nothing. I didn't stop looking until the sun was down, and twilight was  setting in. At that point, I would have to say, my heart was breaking, and I was starting to mourn his loss. So I made a strong cup of green tea with lots of honey and lemon, and stepped into a blisteringly hot shower. And when I came back out, there was the little %@#! sneaking back into his cage. Best I can figure, Albert must have let him back in.
I can't ask Albert, however. He's gone. Spring wanderlust finally overcame him. Nope, he didn't leave a note. No goodbye. No see you later. Nothing. These damn animals are going to be the death of me. At the least, they are aging me way before my time...maybe I need a vacation, myself. Bora Bora's sounding pretty good right about now...