"Please try to persuade him to come, for my sake. I am your mother after all." Keith's mom asked him a day before her fiftieth birthday. She so badly wanted Kyle, Keith's parrot, to attend, but Kyle was a stubborn parrot. He could do far more than just repeat sounds, though. Beyond mimicking your voice, he could also repeat what you say in a Finnish accent, so naturally he was even more of a hit at parties than the typical parrot.
"I'll try, mom, but please don't get your hopes up. Kyle knows when he's just being used for his party tricks and has a much higher opinion of himself than that."
Keith's mother sighed but agreed and went on to continue planning her party.
"What do you say, Kyle? Will you join the party?"
Squaaak! What's in it for me?" Kyle asked.
"How about a bowl of cashews afterwards?" Keith offered.
"Half before, half after" Kyle replied.
"Deal." Keith said, and Kyle flapped away. Presumably that was his confirmation.
Mom will be happy! Keith thought.
"I'll try, mom, but please don't get your hopes up. Kyle knows when he's just being used for his party tricks and has a much higher opinion of himself than that."
Keith's mother sighed but agreed and went on to continue planning her party.
"What do you say, Kyle? Will you join the party?"
Squaaak! What's in it for me?" Kyle asked.
"How about a bowl of cashews afterwards?" Keith offered.
"Half before, half after" Kyle replied.
"Deal." Keith said, and Kyle flapped away. Presumably that was his confirmation.
Mom will be happy! Keith thought.
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