So the wife visited the niece the other day and took her for a walk down to the cafe.
Along the way they ran into a woman walking down the street with a crazy multicolored parrot on her shoulder who stopped to talk (nearly everyone stops to talk to the niece, who has a habit of greeting passers by with a smile, a wave and an endearingly high-pitched "Hey-yo!")
She was naturally fascinated by the parrot, which the woman obligingly placed on her arm, much to the wife's surprise. The niece went wide-eyed, mute and frozen in amazement, staring at the bird like it had descended through a golden break in the clouds accompanied by trumpet-playing cherubs.
She recovered from her shock a block down the road, and issued this proclamation:
"It was a nice bird!
It didn't bite, or scratch!"
This was repeated a couple of times, punctuated by the wife's agreement.
After a final repetition, the niece added the kicker:
"It was a nice bird...it wasn't beastly!"
Which just about killed the Wife....and who can blame her?
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