Mr. Grumpy Pants
I am a very grumpy boy today. I woke up on the wrong side of the cage. When mom gets home from class every day, she gets me out and we play and I help her do housework. Today I didn't want to come out which is unlike me, mom says. I lunged at her and made sure she knew I didn't want to come out. She really wanted me to help her do laundry (I'm good at folding socks) but I just didn't want to. I'm having a bad day. I just want to stay in my cage and sulk.
Mom put a new toy she had been saving in my cage and that cheered me up a little bit. I thrashed at the big copper bell attached to it and that took care of some of my frustrations.
I don't know. It's just not my day. My feathers are itchy but I don't want my wingpits scritched and I'm hungry but I don't want to eat my pellets. I want pizza, or spaghetti.
Mom put a new toy she had been saving in my cage and that cheered me up a little bit. I thrashed at the big copper bell attached to it and that took care of some of my frustrations.
I don't know. It's just not my day. My feathers are itchy but I don't want my wingpits scritched and I'm hungry but I don't want to eat my pellets. I want pizza, or spaghetti.