Mario gets home from work and sees Coco playing with the ball.
“Oh, hi kiddo! How was your day? Fun?”
“Fu-un!”
“What are you doing? Playing with your new ball?”
“Ba-all!”
“On cool, I’m glad you liked it. I’ll go talk to mom, have a quick shower, then I come back to play with you, okay?”
“Okay!”
He goes to the kitchen and finds Rita cooking dinner.
“Hi sweetie.”
“Hey”
“Hum… that smells good! I’ll go shower, then play with Coco a bit before dinner. Did you feed him already?”
“Yes, but he didn’t eat much. I filled his plate with seeds, but ever since you built him that damn tether ball, the pulls the ball by the string and drops it at his plate, spiling all the seeds and making a huge mess. It’s unbearable. You better rearrange his perch so the ball is far from the plate.”
“Hahaha! But he’s so cute! He always talks with me. It’s like a real human child.”
“You say that because you’re not the one cleaning his mess. A human child we can train to clean up after themselves, but not a parrot. Now go get clean yourself. Dinner is almost ready”.
This post was written in response to the weekly writing prompt from Writer’s Digest: Fur Baby
I decided to have mom and dad parenting a parrot, though, so no fur, rather feathers… 😉
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