"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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