Davo

by N.R. Walker

“Stop that now!” I yelled at him. “Or I will put you in the fridge.” He stopped. Oh my god. That actually worked. I would never actually put him in the fridge, and I had no idea where those words even came from. But it worked. “Good boy,” I said quietly. “Quiet boys don’t go in the fridge.” I sounded like Hannibal freaking Lecter.

That bird is a riot.