The woman is so easily amused. To make her laugh I just have to look at her and say "Do you wanna go outside? Huh?" It must be a wonderful thing to be such a simple creature.
Today she is going to go look at a boa. I don't know why she wants a boa, she likes pythons. She said to me "that's why, I don't know why I don't like boas." That doesn't make a lot of sense, at least to me. I, me, me, Mister Birdy Birdy Bird-think that all snakes are rather dull and uninteresting. They don't make any noise, very little mess-I don't think they have a lot of fun.
I'm allowed to yell the snakes all I want because they are deaf, but I cannot go knock on the side of the tank-NO NO NO. I don't see why not-they can't get to ME ME ME, but the woman says it isn't "nice". Well, neither is biting the side of the tank. When I, me, Mister Birdy Birdy Bird, when I am going to bite, I squawk or give a click of my beak to give a person a little warning. Not those dumb ol' snakes-they sit there all still and then BOOM-right on the side of the tank. It could give a bird a fright! And then they go right back to not moving. B-o-r-i-n-g.
Sometimes the Prissy and I come and go on the same trip-me on my perch and Prissy tucked under the woman's arm. Today I was thinking about giving those big ol' ears a nibble, and the woman said "Now Oliver, she won't like that." Why should I care, but maybe I should because I'm pretty sure that I got a few extra bite of pop CORN for that.
But seriously, LOOK at those big ears. Anyway, the Prissy owes me. The woman forgot she was out and it started raining and thundering. I took charge and started howling like a dog and then yelled "PRISSY, PRISSY, NIGHT NIGHT" until the woman went outside and got her. I do like to keep things in order around here.
HAW-try to stay out of the rain!