I am not here...no no NO! I'm not in MY CAGE, watching MY TODDLER TUNES.
I'm in a cage, in a room that is NOT my house. The woman is not here and there are other smelly creatures-things called rabbits in this room. I can hear other birds-those birds are FOR SALE. I was for sale once. Now I'm back, but I'm not for sale. Does this mean I"m going to turn into a rabbit?
Sorry Emily-but I want to be MR. BIRD. I want my house and my woman. I will speak to Popeye about this-he's the store bird. He's wise, over 30 years old. Not nearly as pretty as I am, but we can't have everything I guess.
The food is good here-the woman left a pile of treats to make sure I was amused, but I really want to go home....HOME.
HELLO? HELLO? Is anybody out there? HAW! HAW! HELP!