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the parrot

The Parrot The bird in the cage has featherless wings folded to the naked body like squeaking scissors I'm 89 today let, me out of this bloody cage! Its owner is hard of hearing, is the widow of a war veteran, I think the First World War She tells everyone she meets, 8 million horses and 12 million donkeys were killed on the battlefield and no one took notice Humanity only thought of their suffering and were impervious to animals' feelings, more, a wounded animal was eyed as a potential meal by hungry soldiers Dragged from a green field to a soggy battlefield and not a word of thank you Goulash, the famous Hungarian dish, was made from horse flesh and camouflaged with paprika, pepper, and salt for 89 years, the parrot had only been able to read the titles of books on the shelf on the opposite wall It had a lively mind and listened to the radio every day well educated can squawk with the best of them

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