Oliver: We have to tell them about that bird.
Bertie: What bird?
Oliver: That pink one we saw the other day. The one that - shudder - spoke to me. What is with that? I didn't know they could talk.
Bertie: Oh, that was Birdy, the Galah. She does that. She can say hello, and goodbye, and Freya, and Birdy, and Bye-Bye. And the some words I can't repeat.
Oliver: Well it's just wrong. Birds are meant to flap and fly and cower before me. Not try to converse.
Bertie: Just ignore her and come and have a drink from this great bowl I've found.
Oliver: That's the fish pond.
Bertie: Whatever, it tastes good.
Oliver: Seriously; dude.
crystal loves you talking birds
Posted by: crystal black | April 23, 2009 at 03:11 AM