the budgies are making a huge racket this morning...like every morning. boy, once it gets light...they start squawkin' and the finches start peepin'. what makes their lives so cheerful? i think if i were in a cage with another person, i would have few reasons to be happy. in fact, i'd be conspiring the escape the whole time! maybe i should put myself in their shoes (feathers?)...btw, there are two budgies, yellow and blue...guess which one i would be?
Big Blue: It's still a bit dark, did you sleep well?
Yellow Chino: Nah. that round headed guy keeps coming in, LONG after the lights go out, to bang something out on that rectangular thing with all the buttons.
BB: yeah, i know what you mean. that weird glow keeps me up on occasion too. he gets in here and hoots and hollers for a good half hour. just what is he doing? it's not like there's another round head in the room...
YC: and when that other round head is here, what they do does NOT take a half hour! and why do they light up when they're done? that smells worse than what they DO.
BB: hey, could we trade places? i need to use the cuttlebone...my beak is getting a little uneven.
YC: sure...but i thought you hated the mirror. you sure you want to see how bad your 'cage head' is today?
BB: move over! you spend WAY too much time in front of it anyway. besides, i don't think i could take one more chant of 'pretty bird...sexy one...yellow power'. it sounds like an audition for parakeet porn...sheesh!
YC: fine...you preen while i gorge your share of millet! hah!
BB: you'd better save some for me!
YC: yeah, whatever.
BB: gawd, we need some excitement in here...
YC: i wish we could just escape and fly freeee. you know what i'd do if i had that opportunity?
BB: yep. you'd be so piss happy that you'd fly straight into the mouth of a neighborhood cat. you love it in here.
YC: whaddaya mean, love it?!? i gotta look at you every day...ugh.
BB: please! you couldn't survive 'out there.' and where would you get yer coveted celery leaves? you swoon over those.
YC: hah! i only swoon over them because they make for some explosive action! have you seen my projectile pooping skills lately? i landed a couple on the desk and chair WAY over there...
BB: yeah, it is fun to watch those round heads pick up yer poop and listen to their stupid talk...like all we understand is monosyllabic...who's the bird brain there?
YC: nothing like being in charge. we got 'em trained real good huh? now get away from MY mirror, you might crack it...
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