I have a brother now, his name is Pete.
Pete WAS a bird, he stood on a perch, in a cage, in the corner of the house. Now he is the equivalent of a human being.
As we sat around the giant Thanksgiving turkey licking our lips and taking pictures of the feast before us, we heard a great swoosh of feathers and a loud squwack. Pete had leaped from his cage and walked over to the dining room table. At first my mom fed him the turkey and carrots from under the table. THEN i was ordered to get a small plate and fix it for the BIRD. Pete Sat at the table next to me and dined with us. He had turkey and dressing and cranberry sauce and corn pudding and greens and so on just like the rest of us. The bird had the gall to bite at me everytime i reached for the water next to him.
My mother has officially replaced Estee with a fat green-thing.

Happy Thanksgiving all!

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