Heh, I used to have 2 parakeets.
The first one was very social, whistled back when you called him, and then flew over. We let him out of its cage most of the time. Until my cousin came over, with his dog. The dog's wanted for birdslaughter now.
The second parakeet I owned, was totally different. It was a mean, green, biting-machine. Seriously, I was the only one who he would trust cleaning the gace. Usually. When he wasn't in a bad mood. But then, we found him dead on his back some day.
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- You're a dick, Mojo.
- And you're still a dick.
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