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In order to write this story I had to investigate around a bit… I didn’t know what I was gonna call this SPV.  I had specific characteristics about her, therefore the cuckoo bird is so, so perfect!  So this story is about Cuckoo SPV!

As an introduction… so that my little investigation ends up being useful after all, let me tell you that cuckoos are solitary birds that seldom occur in pairs or as part of groups.  They are diurnal birds and are more often heard than seen- much like this SPV

who you don’t see coming.  Cuckoos are often highly secretive and, like some other species, are not raised by their true parents.  Cuckoos confiscate nests and destroy, or get rid of, any eggs or babies they find in it.

So this SPV is all of this and more…

Cuckoo SPV is connected to Pathetic SPV in my other stories… I named her ‘White’ in those stories… I tell you this just so that you can associate one story to the other and I can go on without mixing you up any more than you might already be… I think you might even be able to outline the genealogy of all this people… you connect the dots and…

Of course, Cuckoo SPV, has been gathering pebbles on her path - yes, the freaking sad story under which some hide to complain their entire lives - so this means she’s become quite a negative person. 

Anyways, she gets up one day and finds herself completely deserted… because that who may have been the ‘exception to the rule’ amongst the members of this ‘captive audience’ - that is, Hope - has died.   Cuckoo SPV was sick and tired of her Pathetic SPV so she’s managed to scrub her out from her memory, one bit at a time… not that I blame her!   

The married guy she used to date dumped her - although they reached some kind of agreement since they share office space.  She doesn’t see ‘Black’ anymore… after the sale and taking over of the house... and with the years passing really, really fast.  So she needs to adhere and/or steal a new habitat!

But let me back up for a second here… There was a time when she was a refugee at a habitat other than hers… Same tribe.  Different habitat.  Raised by everyone but mommy.  But that hábitat had five members and, since sharing an audience doesn’t really go with her, our Cuckoo SPV is sent back to her original hábitat.  Yes, buuhuu!  It doesn’t really matter what our past was like… one gets up, one forgets and one goes on!

Yeah, well… it is precisely there where Cuckoo SPV wants to belong now.  Will somebody please explain!!!

Okay so back to the present.  Cuckoo SPV in her attempt to prevent a lonely future decides to look around searching, desperately, for a nest to confiscate and, while at it, expel anyone in it… just like the freaking Cuckoo bird… I’m telling you I found the perfect example!

So she searches and… she finds.  Cuckoo SPV finds a nest that seems empty… that which looks like no one is taking care of it… because those in it do have a life of their own and… since she doesn’t… well she goes right in!

This nest, as I said before, has five members.  It had been taken care of by a now expelled-but-ever-so-faithful inhabitant of that ‘captive audience’.  Cuckoo SPV didn’t even need to push her out of the nest… her mission was accomplished by someone else by the time Cuckoo SPV got there. 

There were four to go.

The why that expelled-but-ever-so-faithful inhabitant was gone is of no importance… the only thing that matters is that she had been taking care of this nest and Cuckoo SPV shivered by her presence so couldn’t get in.

Cuckoo SPV thought she could get in and take over without considering what an enormous endeavor it would be.  She just assumed she’d have someone… not that someone would have her.

One thing though, she’s had to buy her way into the nest because our Cuckoo SPV, unlike the real cuckoo bird, did not find and empty nest… so she starts with a little present here and the supermarket bill there, and the take-me-here-and-everywhere… I mean, I’m telling you she has no one!  But what the heck, she thinks she’s loved so she pays to belong. Like a membership, right?

So Cuckoo SPV hasn’t had to deal with three of the four members left in this nest.  Three of them have been somewhat present in their partial absence.  One lives out of town… the other lives without existing… another one clones herself because she undertakes what the-rest-of-us-mortals would do in a couple of lifetimes… and there’s one left… whom I’ll call Robin, for she reminds me of some Winnie the Pooh stories.

Cuckoo SPV has managed to push Robin out of the nest, but Robin is still hanging on the ledge hoping her tribe will save her from a sure death.  Yeah, well, hope is not a plan, right?

You see, Cuckoo SPV started to take over this nest with long and cheerful phone conversations, that is… flying around to see if it was sizeable.  Then she decided to come over every weekend and went on with her plan when she decided she could come in any time she saw fit… therefore, making everyone else stand back for the lack of ‘fresh air’ and room to move.

Then she decided to take over Robin’s parking space and now, not even close to being happy still, she’s manipulated the nest owners into pushing everyone out… because - after all - she is there and present… unlike others!  And all of this due to a lack of a personal life in our Cuckoo SPV existence… hence, holding on to a habitat she once hated as not to have a lonely future.

• Cuckoo SPV is helpful and chatty… and we call her and she comes! - you hear the nest owners oust… not mentioning, of course, any loving feelings that move them to share the nest with the freaking bird… they don’t love her… they need her.

And Robin is still hanging there on the edge, standing her ground… slowly balancing towards the abyss even as we speak.  She refuses to be expelled and keeps on trying to get back in… though there’s nothing she can do but let go.

Once the nest owners find out that they’ve lost four inhabitants for the price of one lonely cuckoo bird… we’ll see.

This isn’t over yet.  I mean, these people might be in urgent need of a Heimlich maneuver to spit out the freaking bird once and for all.  But, hmmm, I don’t see how that would be in their advantage though… gosh, I don’t know what I’d do if I were in their shoes!

Can you imagine letting go of a ‘consider-it-done’ button-like birdie?  They’d have to be completely out of their minds!

I’ll tell you, some other time, if Robin decided to finally let go into the abyss and go on with her life…

Hey, Robin!  Actions are what count, sweetie and, if you’ve already been pushed out of the stupid nest well… either you climb back in or you’ll have to let yourself fall!  Complaining about it doesn’t really help!