help from a myna bird
I hear my ringtone
is that my phone?
I check, but there are no messages or calls.
Floyd, my myna bird is laughing with my Uncle Pete’s laugh.
Now he is imitating grandma Bee’s snoring noises.
He is such a trickster; an expert mimic, he is one of my favorite toys
briiiiiiing briiiiiiing briiiiiiing briiiiiiing briiiiiiing briiiiiiing briiiiiiing briiiiiiing
He sounds exactly like my ringtone!
Now he is screeching like my Cousin Simone.
What’s up with that bird? she asks me, annoyed.
He’s okay, I tell her, his name is Floyd.
But she gets so irritated she finally moves out.
Hooray! Whoppee! Floyd yells with a shout.
Imitating the joy and glee of me.
Afterall, she had outstayed her welcome; this was day twenty-three.
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