By Bye, Birdie

 I dreamed I was in an antiques emporium offering an object for sale. The thing I was selling was a small replica of the Mayan Calendar- or was it a Yorkshire pudding? Anyway it had shiny glass objects buried inside. The stallholder who bought it didn't offer money. Instead she gave me a flute or whistle that had a small bird-cage built into it. "Is there a canary? " I wondered. But, no,  there wasn't.