Margie: Edna, do you remember Mama's old cuckoo clock? I think she kept it over the old trunk she had. That thing would screech and I never knew if it was the clock or you.
Today is Cuckoo Day so I suppose it can be a day for you and the clock.
Edna: Hateful, spiteful woman. How I ever manage to live with you is a daily mystery.
Since Cuckoo Day heralds the arrival of spring, I guess it's a day to celebrate. We've had such extreme weather lately that it's sometimes hard to tell it even is spring, but I guess I'll take the cuckoo's word for it.
Margie: Move then. It's sure not spring yet. I need to call Cousin T to build us a fire for tonight.
Lawsy me, I'll never take a cuckoo's word for anything!
