While l was sitting reading on the settee, l wasn't paying that much attention to Mr Parrot, who was sitting on my chest, fiddling with the buttons on the neck of my t-shirt while l stroked him absentmindedly. It was only after he had got up and buggered off back to his stand, that l noticed he had chewed one of the buttons off, pooed on the back of the settee (which he doesn't normally do), and put the button on top of it, making some kind of statement. A statement pertaining to what l have no idea, but the little bugger's trying to tell me something.
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