“Sorry,” I said. “He got dumped on me twenty minutes ago. It’s too hot for him to go outside. It’s like forty-five degrees here today. Apparently, he spent the first forty years of his life with Wally, a guy that swore a lot. As you can tell. The result being a bird that’s more like a senile grandpa who screams at everyone to get off his lawn, all while having the attention span of a toddler.”
