That which was lost is found

We had got so fond of this little beast! It had bags of character and was affectionate and prone to singing. So it was a sacrifice for me to make flyers, saying that if anyone had lost her to claim her by ringing me.
I was sitting with Kat in the Pont, both of us on the run from paperwork; Erika had kindly corrected my french on the posters. Hadn't even stuck up a single one when my phone rang... it was the police. Someone had come into the police station, asking if anyone had seen their cockatiel. So they rang me. And Kat and I walked round the corner to the police station and there was Melody and her mama, the rightful owners, who were very happy to have their baby back. Sniff.
Of course we are delighted. But, but, but...awwwwwwww