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