A rant by my parrot to my sister.
WHO ARE YOU TO INVADE MY HOME, YOU BLONDE BEAST
Every so often, you reappear. A bright haired monster. You try to ply me with food, but I know your deal. I will not fall prey to it! You who my beloved Food Dispenser tolerate, you who steals attention of the Dearest Male, to bewitch his attention by the flashing nightmare box.
You sit there, on the sofa thing, all pitiful and fake-injured, like a seagull begging for food, pretending to just be watching the nightmare box, pretending to be here because it's an easier "commute" - BUT I KNOW. I know you are here to steal Food Dispenser and Dearest Male from me. I'm watching you. I'm watching everything you do. You can't fool me, bitch.
You and your blonde crest. Mine is not is shiny, but it is far more colorful and beguiling than your tepid excuse for a crest. I will flounce about, showing Dearest Male that I am the healthiest female. I am the most colorful, the most bright! Food Dispenser isn't shiny at al