Talking birds? What's next, non-edible plastic?

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.

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[crystal black]

crystal loves you talking birds