Well I told you already about couple that just wouldn't listen to me. And the dang parrot that wouldn't shut-up.
Now the parrot was a sly one. When he talked, the couple would say "good job Polly dear!"
(I said they should call her la dumbo, but they wouldn't listen.)
And when I spoke up they smiled at me and went on with whatever they had been doing. (Most times congratulating Polly dear.)
Anyway. I got to thinking, and I came up with the most evil plot ever created by dog. But, it wouldn't work. (It would have to involve the couple getting so mad that killing the bird would be thought rational.)
I thought on.
Of course, I had to just bear it while Polly stuffed her face. But he-he, all good things come to an end. I'm glad to say.
One day we where all eating our food. The couple eat at the table, Polly siting on her perch. And me siting sulking on the floor thinking about how good roast parrot must taste like.
The husband got out a cracker. But it wasn't for Polly, it was for him.
Polly thought it was for her. But it wasn't. I knew that.
Polly thought the husband wanted to play with the cracker. But he didn't. I knew that. Polly reared up for action. I hid my head under the table cloth.
Polly jumped from her perch and flew at the cracker. Which was now entering the husbands mouth.
I heard a yell and the wife say "oh honey! Are you alright? I think we should get rid of that parrot!"
And so it came to be that it was just the three of us.
But then something happened. The wife had become pregnant.There would soon be a fourth member of the family. I started plotting.
Now the parrot was a sly one. When he talked, the couple would say "good job Polly dear!"
(I said they should call her la dumbo, but they wouldn't listen.)
And when I spoke up they smiled at me and went on with whatever they had been doing. (Most times congratulating Polly dear.)
Anyway. I got to thinking, and I came up with the most evil plot ever created by dog. But, it wouldn't work. (It would have to involve the couple getting so mad that killing the bird would be thought rational.)
I thought on.
Of course, I had to just bear it while Polly stuffed her face. But he-he, all good things come to an end. I'm glad to say.
One day we where all eating our food. The couple eat at the table, Polly siting on her perch. And me siting sulking on the floor thinking about how good roast parrot must taste like.
The husband got out a cracker. But it wasn't for Polly, it was for him.
Polly thought it was for her. But it wasn't. I knew that.
Polly thought the husband wanted to play with the cracker. But he didn't. I knew that. Polly reared up for action. I hid my head under the table cloth.
Polly jumped from her perch and flew at the cracker. Which was now entering the husbands mouth.
I heard a yell and the wife say "oh honey! Are you alright? I think we should get rid of that parrot!"
And so it came to be that it was just the three of us.
But then something happened. The wife had become pregnant.There would soon be a fourth member of the family. I started plotting.
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