This story happened less than a year ago. I had a friend with whom we were close friends for a while. She lived with her parents at the time, and in their home lived an ara parrot. A large and beautiful bird of red-green color, the content of which in complexity resembled the maintenance of a Boeing. The spider was not very speaking, but in a very human language asked for food and sometimes wished for a peaceful night in response. One day, parents leave their daughter with their pet at home, and they go to Turkey for 10 days. A couple of hours after I left, I stood on the threshold of their apartment, and I didn’t plan to leave until the reverse plane’s chassis touched the runway. We lived there all three times. But sooner or later all the good ends, so that at the end of the holiday, all the traces of the stay of the guy were removed from the apartment, whom the parents did not know, and I rushed away in a hurry. And everything would be fine, but a few days later it turned out that my regular communication with the poppy in the evenings was not in vain. The head of the family drank tea, turned off the light in the apartment and on the way to the bedroom decided to say goodbye to the pet.
A peaceful night.
“And you, bird,” answered an unknown man’s voice from the darkness.