For some absolutely inexplicable reason, though it is half past one in the morning, some random teenager was just standing out on the street for a good twenty minutes rapping on a snare drum like he was on a military drumline.
Poor Taco woke up a few minutes ago and started to protest at the noise, and as I was making my way to the bird room to comfort him and close the window, I heard Kamara scream "SHUT UP heck*" at the top of her lungs.
The drumming stopped instantly, and when I looked back out the window, the kid was gone.
Don't wake up the parrots.
Poor Taco woke up a few minutes ago and started to protest at the noise, and as I was making my way to the bird room to comfort him and close the window, I heard Kamara scream "SHUT UP heck*" at the top of her lungs.
The drumming stopped instantly, and when I looked back out the window, the kid was gone.
Don't wake up the parrots.