Glory was awking today and Twiggy had enough of it. She tried everything to soothe Glory, She asked her iif she needed wa-ter, if she wanted to come out to her tree, and finally in frustration she yelled: *Don, Donald, MARY DONALD, Come talk to your pow-at, she wants something.* It took us the longest time to realize that a 'Pow-at' is Twiggy talk for parrot. di |