He began to bounce up and down again on the back of the dining chair, so I poured him some water and gave him some of his sunflower seeds. Which he tore into and left the casings all over the chair, table, and floor. “No, please,” I said. “Go right ahead. I’ll clean up after you.” He held another seed in his little grey claw and looked me dead in the eye as he ripped into it, ate the seed, and spat the casing onto the floor. “Thanks.” “Fuck you.”
