My grandmother had a green pudgy parakeet and every morning for years she’d take off his cover and sing “Good morning Puffles.” One day Puffles sang “good morning Puffles” and Gramma nearly had a heart attack. Back then no one believed they could ever talk and we all figured Gramma was a bit off and wondered if we should call in an exorcist for Puffles. Gramma went to her grave swearing that Puffles talked to her that one time. Years later I read an article about some parakeets that talk and I made copies and sent them to everyone in the family. She was vindicated after her death.
When I am tired of making a point or arguing my case around here, I put my hand up to say “stop…talk to the hand…I’m not going forward with this” and I say, “Good Morning Puffles” in a sing song voice. My family knows that someday they’ll be sorry…I’ll be vindicated after my death!
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