My one budgie wrote a story/poem thing

The fox rose up in the dewy Spring morning
He looked around, gazing at the vast mountains that he calls home
"Hello, tree," said the Fox
"Hello, Cornelius," the tree said back
They sat down, cracked open a half gallon of store brand chocolate milk
And then they caught up on old times.

It had been two weeks since the fox and the tree had seen one another.
They usually see one another daily, more than once.
The Fox had been to outer space, he tells the tree
"I went there two months ago," the tree says
"Far out, man!" the fox says back.

The tree is disappointed all the sporting events are being cancelled.
"I'd go pitch for the Yankees," he tells the Fox
"I'd drive a Formula One car," the fox says back
At least they have their toilet paper and hand sanitizer

"Cornelius," the tree says, "have you heard the tale of the swordsman who became a swordstree?
"I have not," the fox replies.
The tree tells a tale, of a young man, skilled in fencing
Who was interested in a change of life
So he became a tree
"His name's Fred. He lives down the road," the tree says.

"Hey, Coolio," the fox says to the tree, "you ever hear the one about the time Finland closed their boarders?"
The tree had not
"Yeah, no one could cross the finish line!"
They laugh.

Time comes to food, they're both hungry.
"You want Wendy's or Burger King?" the fox asks.
The tree says Wendy's.
So, the Fox goes to Wendy's


There's a sentient lamp post at the counter
"Can I get fries with that shake?"
The fox got fries with that shake
After that, he heads back to the tree.

All the while, a bird pooped on the tree
The tree does not mind, for he is used to it
"Swag," said the bird after it did it
And then it flew off

Coolio's fries were cold when he got them
And his milk shake was runny
And gross
And he couldn't dip his fries

All is well that ends well, said Willy the Shake
But even he became runny at one point
Coolio is just happy to be alive
Cornelius enjoyed his baconator
And they had a nice rest of their day