Tonight, I did laundry for my mother and hung out with her and her boyfriend. The boyfriend, Mike, has an African grey parrot named Crocky. Crocky is cute but unpredictable. He sometimes tries to attack my toes. I asked Mike if Crocky enjoys the taste of human flesh when he bites you.
"Crocky bites you because he wants to bite you," Mike said.
Weirdly zen and pithy, I thought. I'm keeping my toes to myself.
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