It has come to my attention that one of you has sabotaged the doughnut production at the local Krispy Kreme. As they are one of my competitors, I would like to personally thank you from the bottom of my heart. The birds and I are making a quilt specifically for you, and the lizard is smashing the grapes for a special grape juice for you too, and I've commissioned a string quartet in your honor.
My Cockatiel is a professional poet, and what I mean by that is he sits at home all day and plays on his tablet while eating seed and drinking mountain dew.
But my budgie, who's a full-time librarian, part-time philosopher, wrote a poem/story thing of his own.
Be nice to him, or you won't get anymore doughnuts
The fox rose up in the dewy Spring morning He looked around, gazing at the vast mountains that ...
It had glitter, hearts and a hornworm attached to it. We don't know who it's from, but he's creating a potion that will reveal the fingerprints, and he has a fingerprint reader that he won in a high stakes poker game.
I'm going to take two weeks off work and then take the birds on a cruise. I invited the lizard too, but he says he gets seasick and didn't want to go. He'll be home alone all by himself, so he can play Xbox in the living room television.
I also bought the birds their very own tablet. I recently got one for myself, and they used it more than I did so far, so ...