Whoa! That’s some strong smell. It’s enough to curl my feathers.
Hell, Polly doesn’t need a freakin’ cracker. Polly needs a goddam bath. Where’s that birdbath, anyway? I know I saw it around here somewhere.
No, don’t come near me. Not today. Come back tomorrow. We can talk then. I promise I’ll clean up my act. I’ll put on a really good show. Tomorrow.
Written for Teresa’s Worth a Thousand Words prompt. Photo credit: Couleur at Pixabay.com