"What should I say about you, Theta? Hey Theta, don't fly! Do you want to read a book? Do you?"
"Yes, I do," said Theta.
"What book do you want to read?"
"One about flying."
"I want to fly. Don't you, Theta? Fluffball! Oops, she pooped."
"Theta wants to write something; she's climbing on
the keybo
ard!
That's why the spacing looks so funny."
"Now she's asking for food; she's licking the Num Lock key with her tongue."
"Yum...I think F10 tastes better than Num Lock."
"Have you ever heard of a begging bird that can type?"
"Now I think I'll try to put on Scroll Lock+33333333333333333336666666666666666"
"Did I do all that? Wow! Look at me! I'm a typing birdie!"
"Well, it's time for Theta to say goodbye. She was going to read, remember? Say goodbye, Theta."
"hffffrssgfyp." (Theta walked across the keyboard)
By the way, Theta is
a 8++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ week old cockatiel.
"Stop it, Theta, I'm tryna write! Ok, Theta, let's
go read. No, don't fly! Now you're stretching
your wings."
"Let's get Tim to take our picture....shall we?"
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SNBPRTHRHWNWTWRTRPWT B
RR;R;R;R;R;SOSOSOSOS
SOS SAVE OUR SHIP! what
ship?"
